Kind Stranger
It was a late Friday night, the bar was swamped. I was doing my best trying to keep up with everyone. Tony the owner was talking on the phone. I was wishing he’d hurry up. that bimbo he married was always calling here. he’d lose the damn bar if she kept going but that was his affair I was just here to do my job (lately it seemed his also). Finally he hung up the phone. My relief was short lived ‘uh Jonna I really hate to do this but I have to run home real fast’ ‘Tony! You can’t leave me...