“Thanks for the beer,” I offer, because, unlike Roy, I won’t be outright rude. His head bobs slowly, his focus on the bottle within his grasp. I assume that’s all the response I’m getting from him and so I make to turn away. “I know I can be a real SOB,” he says. “But thank you, for what you did for Oscar.” His gaze flashes to mine briefly, long enough to show me the sincerity in his words before he turns back to his bottle. It looks like I got the right side of the coin toss today. “Hope you like chili,” Toby hollers after me, his laughter following me as I cut through the crowd.
