The image of Amy McKaslin with her son. He hadn’t guessed that she was a mom. Nope, he couldn’t reconcile it. Maybe because he didn’t want to. All through the afternoon and into the evening he worked. The diner closed at eight, early on Sunday nights. There had been no place open on the six-block length of the main street, except the dark-tinted neon lights in the far alley at the edge of town—the tavern. He knew how it would be inside that dim, small building. The air would be soured with smoke where men sucked down alcohol to hide from their troubles. There’d be darts and a pool table—nothing worth going in for. He’d seen it all before and he wasn’t interested. He’d learned the hard way. There wasn’t anything strong enough to obliterate his problems or anesthetize his pain, so he climbed the stairs to his apartment and sat in the tepid current of the window air conditioner and watched a movie of the week on the TV. He played with the rabbit ears until he had a pretty good picture and not much static.
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