Wedding BetChapter 18 The Last Holdout
We’d managed to capture four adjacent tables in Coyotes, the bar and lounge where I’d been the subject of a bet that resulted in me proposing to Mindy and subsequently marrying her about nine months earlier. Each table was small, enough to hold a few beers and one or two plates of bar food. The Friday night band seemed loud, as usual, and conversation was limited to between numbers, band breaks, or during the quieter slow dances. The ‘women folk’ were gathered around two of the tables: Mindy...