“Ben, you’re good at comin’ up with ideas. Think, come up with a plan to save this place. That’s what you do for a livin’ up in Seattle, so do it now. Ya know, Cue is usually good at this kind of thing, but he seems to be paralyzed over this one. We need an outsider to help, and you’re the perfect man for the job. Katie can’t even think straight, she’s so busy tryin’ to keep him from throwin’ in the towel.” She walked over to the till and took out a few coins. “Here. Go put these in the jukebox so we can have some noise in here.”
“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.
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