Chapter 22: Empty Throne“This one’s on me,” Linus says, sliding a pint of Molson his way. “Well, on the house, that is.”
“No, don’t get in trouble on my account.” McGauran digs into his pocket for some coins. The last of his money for the week. But he’s given Widow Leary her rent and taken care of the store bill. This money is his to waste. His heart is aching. He misses Honoré to the point of physical pain. He tries to smile at Linus. “Don’t want old man Waits to fire you on your first week, do you?”
Behind the bar, Linus sets down two short glasses on the unpolished wooden top. He pours cheap whiskey into both glasses. “Don’t worry about it, Mac, okay? Now tell me, what happened to you last month? Your ma said you won some money at the races, but I never knew you to be a gambling man.
