“Listen. I’m not selling the bar.” “What? Why?” I’m surprised, especially after the fire. I get that she’d have to use the insurance money to make it decent again, but we could be partners and make it something new. “Seeing it destroyed made me realize how much I’d miss it. It’s like a husband—it drives you crazy, but at the end of the day, you love it, and it’s been good to you. A lot of people find solace here, a comfort they can’t find anywhere else. That was obvious to me when our regulars reached out to me after the fire. So, you’re off the hook.”
