"Yes. Just fruit juice still," Richard answered. "You're certainly trying hard, even though you don't look so good." "Well, I'm not sleeping as well as before." Damon said, "Drinking helped you sleep? That's a new one on me." "Kind of. Mostly, I was able to sleep because I was passed out already. I didn't have to face them." "Face who?" Richard looked shocked at his admission. He quickly said, "Forget I said that. Please. As a favor to one of your best customers?" "Uh, well, I guess I didn't hear anything. But you look scared. What are you scared of? I've never known you to be afraid of anything." "I wish that was the case. I guess my drinking did more for me than help me sleep." "Well, if you want to talk about it, then go ahead. After all, I'm just a bartender. One of my jobs is listening to customers who don't have anyone else to talk to. Afterwards, I just go about my duties and forget what I heard.
