Chapter Fourteen
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March 17 – 9am
"You're late!" Riley yells from the kitchen, while Kate rushes by with a loaded tray.
Walking into the backroom, I flip him off.
It's my pub, I'm entitled once in a while.
Dragging on an apron, I help man the grills.
Maggie hurries in behind me, tying on her apron and grabbing a tray.
"Ya look like hammered shit, cuz," she chirps, bumping my shoulder. "Need t' talk?"
I shake my head. I don't know what to say.
"Later,' she insists, then chats up the customers until they rush to the streets when we hear the first band.
It's started.
You can always trust family to call it like they see it.