Rain was coming sideways so hard that when Bill Weller pulled open the door to Shamby’s, some droplets kissed the green felt of the pool table.
“Grill still open?” he asked, barked really, before his front foot even hit the interior linoleum.
Izzie said ‘“Technically. I just cleaned it but…”
“Shit,” Bill said. “Sorry. Ricardi’s closed early tonight for some reason. Gimmie a shell and a Yukon.”
Izzie slapped the glass under the spout and said “I’ll make ya a burger. Really. I don’t mind. It’s four minutes to nine, I shoulda waited.”
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