Chapter 28
Over Fred’s protests, Jo had settled the bar tab, though it wasn’t too bad. Her father used to pay it off once the fishing season income started rolling in. Knowing he was dying, he’d sold the Eloise, “Which came as close to killing him as your mother leaving. Then he started into paying his tab monthly, makin’ the rest of us look bad.” Bernie, of course.
So, that was done. One less thing for her to worry about was all she could think. They’d already cremated him. Tomorrow evening the new owner was going to take them all out on the Eloise and scatter the ashes. She hadn’t committed to that, but she hadn’t said no either.
She had promised she’d come back through before leaving town. Still holding her hand, Angelo walked with her as she headed up Young Street, then Warren Stree
