It was a roots rock band he was a little uncertain about. Sometimes they were good, but sometimes they were crappy. Not unlike life. When the Faro had a group playing in the beer garden, he was stage manager as well as bouncer, which meant he had to keep an eye on both the musicians and any potential troublemakers in the bar. And tonight he also had to keep an eye on Andy Wells. Well, he didn’t have to watch Andy. It was more a voluntary thing. Not that he wasn’t happy to volunteer for this particular duty. She sat at the table next to the stool he had propped in the corner so that he could see most of the beer garden. She smiled up at him as she took a sip of her beer. He figured most people wouldn’t have noticed how that smile made her face glow. He wasn’t most people, fortunately. He nodded toward the band. “What do you think?” “They’re good, I guess. I don’t know much about their kind of music, but I like them.” He caught a brief movement a couple of tables over, a quick turn of somebody’s head.
What do You think about Hungry Heart: Konigsburg, Texas, Book 8 (2014)?
