But now I felt as if someone or something had died. The old me, maybe? Whatever, I was engulfed in it. Burned with it.
I felt a hand on my arm. Junior was looking up at me, concern written in his eyes.
“You okay, boss?” he asked.
“Yeah. Just a little winded.” I straightened up. Stood tall. Gave him a tight-lipped smile.
We walked into the Bottom together. He kept giving me quick glances, but I kept it together and was my strong, resilient self.
Jeff smiled at me as I walked up and sat at their table.
“Abe!” The happiness in his voice smacked me in the face.
I grunted and nodded to each of them. Was I ready for whatever they had to tell me? Did I have a choice? I gripped onto my years of strength and clutched it like a shield. As my grandfather used to say, “This too shall pass.” All I had to do was get through it without breaking down. I gritted my teeth. Bring it on.