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I don’t even have to respond to August, though, because it’s as if he senses I’ towarda beer with me?”

My dad glances up, clearly surprised at the offer It’s very unlike August, who has never quite warust to do this… I want to hug him so badly I can feel my ar, but I know the truth about why he’s reaching out to him

He’s doing it for Saht not like my dad overly much, but he knoe love him

CHAPTER 19

August

I’o out for drinks without at The Wicked Horse Otherwise, I stay ho outside of work

As such, I wasn’t sure where to take Mike for a beer, but ended up settling on a s complex about a mile from the hospital, which I’d noticed on my many trips by It’s perfect since it’s practically deserted, and the bartender pretty much stays away from us

Cracking peanuts provided in little plastic baskets, atch the TV behind the bar that’s hts on ESPN

When I’m almost finished withyou?”

Mike surveyshis attention to the TV “Nothing”

“Not true” I reply confidently

I’m met with silence

I pick up e of the bar, which catches the bartender’s attention Lifting esture at Mike’s nearly es in front of us, I try ood birthday, huh?”

That has an effect Mike , “And ouldn’t he? His dada professional football player to the party—his favorite one, at that”