Terry asked. He looked different, but not as different as Mike had thought he would. Anyone would change in almost five years. Hair a little longer, messy. A tooth missing. New scar on his upper lip—just new to Mike though, you could see it had been there a while. “Okay,” Mike said. They didn’t have to talk through a glass wall on a phone, just sat at small table. He could have hugged Terry if he felt like it, but he didn’t. “Mom says you’re a bartender now.” “Yes.” “Kind of like putting a fox in a hen house ain’t it?” They were the same age, but Mike could see Terry now looked older than he did. Was older than he was. “You still hitting the booze pretty hard?” “Sometimes,” Mike said. He was going to tonight, that was for sure. For a second he wished he had a bottle out in the truck.
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