I ended up walking towards the cheap table and doing what I did most days. Leaning back in a chair and drinking. Always carried around a bit of whiskey in my trench coat, drinking always gave me grounding. It was the one thing in my life that would stay the same. No matter what, where, and when I was, there would always be alcohol. As I sat back, I thought of Lenora again. She was a sweet gal of mine. Broke up with me for some other man. Sometimes I would go back to the diner we met. She was a waitress there trying to get money. She was another lone soul in this world, just like me. We took a fancy to each other since we first met. She needed a man that could flatter her after working a whole day around some men making grabs at her, and I needed a woman that I could depend on. Too many a Femme Fatale in my line of work. She still works at that diner. Saw her one day with her new man. She had a black eye, said it was from hitting a door. Didn't talk much beyond that. The man was a bit of the jealous type. Couldn't call the cops of course. Can't trust the cops in my town
