“Mori, what’s up with Tony? Why didn’t he come see me before he took off last night? He always comes out and asks me about his cooking, but not last night. He hasn’t said one word to me since I got here.”
Tony was her husband. What Ben didn’t know was that Tony had been hitting the bottle more and more, spending almost no time with Mori or any of his old friends. As Mori told Ben her story, she became teary eyed.
“I don’t know why I even care anymore, Ben. He’s a louse, and I need to get him out of my life. I’m workin’ on it.” She wiped her eyes and went to get him another beer. “Ya know, Ben. He wasn’t always like this. When we lived in California, he may have taken advantage of poor Joe, but when it mattered, he showed real love for his friend. He insisted on comin’ back here with me so he could console me. He felt responsible for the shooting and was determined to spend the rest of his life makin’ it up to me.”
“Ok, Mori. Now I know you’re in trouble. You rarely bring up California. Let me help if things get out of hand with him, you hear?”
She became teary again. “I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about Joe lately, guess it’s because Tony has turned out to be such a louse. I’m just feelin’ sorry for myself.” She wiped her eyes. “Let’s talk about somethin’ else, could we?”
They continued on about old times at Sticks for the next few hours until Ben’s sleepiness forced him to say good night.
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