A Taste of Chapter 9
Chapter 9-- Things are rarely what they appear to be, and there is something about February; gloomy, overcast days that get longer but at such a snail's pace as to be barely noticeable. Nerves fray and misunderstanding become commonplace. That’s true even among the intermingled group from The House and Blue Mick. If any of them were mind readers, it might have been more clear. But instead, everyone kept their thoughts zipped inside, tight and hidden. But there was one for whom the inner turmoil was deafening. It pummelled Elinor as she sat quietly with Lenny, holding tightly onto his hand. The bar was full and the college kids were rowdy, bored with the weather and with their studies. Jay scurried as he mixed drinks, doing his best to keep up. He smiled with relief when Scoey first slid behind the bar to help. But his eyebrows drew together and his lips tightened as the hours passed. He was confused, that much was clear, but it wasn’t until Scoey casually ran his hand down Ja...