The Pub Across the Pond
“It was a joke, a flippant remark. It came with an implied ha-ha! Although Sally had a little silver car, so at least Carlene didn’t have to pay for a taxi. Now here they were, standing in the pub, Ronan’s mouth absolutely agape, Sally shooing Riley out of the pub with a broom. Ronan looked at Carlene, looked at Sally, looked at Carlene. She shrugged. What was she to say? I didn’t really hire her, but I’m deathly afraid of her so here’s our new barmaid?
Carlene didn’t even know if she even had enough to pay her. Sally came back into the bar shaking out the broom. Carlene glanced at Riley’s empty bar stool.
“I didn’t mind him here early,” Carlene said. “He must be so lonely.”
“So’s the missus,” Sally said.
“Riley’s married?” Carlene said.
“Forty-something years,” Sally said.
“You’ve heard him go on about the wife, haven’t you?” Anchor said.
“I always thought he was joking around,” Carlene said. “My God. His poor wife.”
“Don’t you go feeling sorry for everyone,”
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