"What did you do before us?" the bartender asked.

"Usually I was at *some placed the closed* and also *some place that is still opened* but I was only there maybe two or three times a week."

"So, you'll leave us some day?" the waitress who is also the bartender's sister asked.

"Someday, maybe," is the answer I gave but usually it's the staff that leaves me.


Bartending is usually a temporary job for twenty-something females. I think one of them is ready to get on with her life. I'll miss talking with her. The bar is really our only common denominator without the bar we become strangers again.



…

"Tim, I'm going to be leaving, but Mary's still here. Do you have keys to lock up?"

Do I have keys? I built this place, newbie.

"Yeah."