He knew for a fact he’d still been resisting Clem and her efforts to push him into opening for lunch. Then the insurance adjuster had arrived and he lost track of what was going on around him other than the clicking of the keys on the man’s BlackBerry. At least the adjustor had promised him a check, although Tom was fairly certain it wouldn’t cover all the damage and his rates would now go into the stratosphere. He figured he’d get the window replaced tomorrow. Then he could maybe reopen the day after that. Maybe. When he got back to the main room, Deirdre was directing Leon as he hauled in a large galvanized tin tub from parts unknown. Tom watched, frowning, as Leon loaded it with ice and then as Deirdre began jamming in bottles of beer. Behind the bar, Harry lined up the few bottles of liquor that hadn’t been smashed, along with a selection of water glasses to replace the highball glasses that had gone down with the bottles. Miraculously enough, the frozen margarita machine appeared to be intact and loaded with mix.
