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“Remember this place?” Rick clapped Brody on the shoulder as they entered the bar. “I don’t know—wait.” Brody looked around. “Is this the place you took me when I turned twenty-one?” Rick grinned. “The very same. Although I remember it as the place where you barfed in the parking lot when we left.” “Thanks for bringing that up.” “You’re not going to do that again, are you?” “No. Jesus.” Brody aimed a punch at Rick’s shoulder but his older brother easily dodged. “Come on, man,” said Rick. “Let’s grab a table.” They wound their way back to a table in the corner. Rick waved at a couple of patrons as well as a couple of the waitresses. Brody wondered just how often his brother was here that the staff would recognize him. On the other hand, there weren’t that many places to choose from. Rick gestured at a small round table and Brody nodded. As he took a seat, he looked around again. “What do you think?” Rick asked. “I think . . . it looks like a bar.” Brody grinned and picked up a menu. “And I wouldn’t mind a drink. And a burger.” “They still don’t have decent burgers in Washington?” “Sure they do. Five bursa escort Guys is the best. I’ll have to take you there next time you come East. The kids would love it, too.” Rick gave a non-committal shrug and turned his attention to the menu. Brody ordered a cheeseburger with onion rings and a beer. Rick went for the bacon-cheeseburger and French fries. The beers arrived first and Brody watched as his brother downed almost half his bottle in one go. Had he always done that? “So, how’s it going, Rick?” His brother raised his eyebrows. “How’s what going?” “Everything. Come on, man. Mom’s worried about you.” “When isn’t she worried about all of us?” “True, but right now I think you’re at the top of the list. How are you?” “I’m okay. I’m adjusting.” Rick downed more of his beer. “How’s everything with you? That was a tough game last night. Is your shoulder okay?” “Oh, yeah, it’s fine. You know how it is. You get hit enough you don’t even notice some of them.” Brody rolled his shoulder, pleased when he felt nothing more than a twinge. “Would have been better if we’d won.” He frowned. “The bursa escort bayan ice there sucked; I caught a rough spot and fell. If I hadn’t done that, the pass never would have gotten by me.” “You can’t do everything. And isn’t that what your defense is for?” “Yeah, I know.” Brody shrugged. “Anyway, we’re not here to talk about me.” “What do you want to talk about, then? The Tigers are looking good.” Brody was saved having to reply when the food arrived. He tried to organize his thoughts, buying more time by drowning his onion rings in ketchup. “Nice try, man. How are you doing, really?” “What do you want me to say? I come home one day, the kids are at Amy’s mom’s, and Amy’s telling me she thinks we need to separate. Now I’m living in a crappy apartment and scheduling time with my own kids.” Rick signaled for another beer before he started on his burger. “Sorry, Rick. That has to be rough.” “It sucks. Everything sucks right now. I have to talk to a fucking stranger about what happened in my marriage. Some goddamned shrink with papers up on the wall saying she knows how to fix escort bursa marriages. And you know what?” “What?” “She’s not even fucking married. Can you believe that shit? I guess that’s fucking irony for you.” Brody waited as the waitress delivered Rick’s beer. She asked Brody if he wanted another, but he declined and asked for water instead. As the waitress walked away, he turned his attention back to his brother. “So, ah, is the counseling helping?” “Are you kidding? The shrink’s on her side, so of course everything is my fault. Amy says I’m not around enough and she’s tried to work it out but it wasn’t working. She says I’m not listening. Ha.” He took another swig of his drink. “Like I ever do anything else; it’s not like she ever stops talking.” Brody made a sympathetic noise and reached for his glass of water. Rick went on. “Every day I’d come home and she was badgering me about where I was, what kept me so long. For Christ’s sake, I’d go for drinks with the guys after work once in a while and she’d acted like I’d been gone for a month.” “She was probably just upset. Maybe tired, too.” “I mean, is it so much to ask that after a day of hauling heavy shit around, I grab a few beers before going home?” Rick shook his head, drained his beer, and indicated he wanted another. Brody searched for a comment. “Well, she works hard.” Rick scoffed.

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