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“You ready for this?” Suzy gripped the rusted door handle of Workers Tavern.
“So not. It looks even worse than the last time we were here. What delusion makes you think I want to do this?” Tabby Alton would rather throw herself off the pier. Of course, it was June, so it wouldn’t be that much of a hardship—until the Columbia’s fierce current swept her out to sea.
“You remember what Marj Kaye used to say.”
Tabby sighed. No need to make it a question because of course she did.
They spoke in unison. “You’ve got to face your s**t and move on.” Their third-grade teacher never would have deigned to say “s**t” of course, but all of the kids had picked it up that way as soon as Suzy had modified it.
“But why?” Tabby waved a hand at the tavern. It was a dark hole under the on-ramp to the so
