NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued

July, 2009

RUSKIN, NY

As I waited for my moment to announce my departure, the place itself was providing some distractions. Like musical chairs, stools at the bar kept opening up and then filling again when pool-players dashed off or returned. In one of the spells when Lys' seat was open to my left, I saw something five feet past it that I hadn't noticed before. It was a live-in couple I knew casually, seated at the bar and ...