Our conversation was interrupted several times by locals who approached me to introduce themselves. Most of them were big, burly and sported jeans and a wife beater. Despite what they wore, they were polite, even courtly, as they sidled up to my bar stool to chat, or, in the case of Jac, just flirt shamelessly. Jaq was a self-proclaimed bachelor.
“Gigantic fudge pooping llama alien!” I heard Woody yell from the kitchen.
I blinked. Red laughed and rolled her eyes. "That’s my husband, ever the literature teacher.”
Someone slinked out of the kitchen and stage whispered to Red, “Red! Woody hurt himself.”
“What happened Johnny?” Concern roughened her voice, she rushed into the kitchen. I quietly stepped behind the bar to see if they needed
“Gigantic fudge pooping llama alien!” I heard Woody yell from the kitchen.
I blinked. Red laughed and rolled her eyes. "That’s my husband, ever the literature teacher.”
Someone slinked out of the kitchen and stage whispered to Red, “Red! Woody hurt himself.”
“What happened Johnny?” Concern roughened her voice, she rushed into the kitchen. I quietly stepped behind the bar to see if they needed