not enough. I pour myself another drink and
another, until my vision starts to cloud over and I
can’t focus on her even if I want to.
But it’s useless, because even if I shut my eyes
and decide not to open them again, I would
continue to see her round face and her smile that
bends your knees and makes you kneel on the
ground.
She will be home.
2
No. It can’t.
It can’t be her.
It mustn’t be her.
2Happiness, The Fray, The Fray
8
Erin
“Excuse me…” A girl sitting with her friends calls
my attention as I pass between the tables, picking
up empty glasses.
“Can I bring you something else?” I ask,
smiling at them. Today I’m full of life and in a
good mood.
“We wanted another round of rum-and-coke.”
“You got it, I’ll be right back.”
“Wait!” She blocks me before I can get very far.
“Hey, please, is there a chance that you could
arrange for Patrick to be the one to bring it over?”
she asks me in a whisper and slyly slips a twenty
in my apron pocket.
I look at her in shock without having the
