She’d heard so much about this pub, which had been in Sue’s family for generations. It was on the main street in town, and Carlene liked the black-and-white façade with a gorgeous wooden door marking the entrance. It was raining outside, but like she’d heard several regulars in her pub say, “It never rains in a pub.” She’d called Sally and insisted she work for her tonight, not once letting on that she knew about her engagement. To her surprise, Sally agreed. Apparently getting engaged had done wonders for her disposition. Carlene would confront Sally later, maybe after a good dose of liquid courage. Speaking of which . . . She took a deep breath and walked into Finnegan’s Pub. It was three times as big as her pub. To the right was the main room consisting of an L-shaped bar and floor space with built-in booths and several freestanding tables and chairs. There was a corner with two video poker machines across from an area to play darts. To the left was another section of seating, at least six booths, past which was a hallway leading out to the restrooms and an outdoor patio and backyard.
