Chapter 33

Joshua’s face was bright red with sweat gathering around his hairline. Beside him sat Joseph, shot of whisky in his hand. The bar was emptier than usual, with only a handful of familiar faces to send greetings to, everyone extending their warmest of welcomes towards Joseph. They each took turns telling him what a great man his brother was, to which he agreed with all of them.

“We should get you a hotel tonight,” Joshua said, pouring back some beer, “one across the street from the bar is pretty good and they generally throw in a woman for a few bucks more. Keep her all night if you want.” He toasted the air, “not too long ago that would have sealed the deal for me.”