Thursday, January 17th
Tex found himself jet lagged and wandered in to a dive bar he used to frequent in West Providence. The name isn’t important - only the people.
A girl, or at least she used to be, greeted Tex with a smile filled with longing and regret. To call her the one that got away would be understating something.
“Hey there angel.” Tex grumbled.
Angel seemed unmoved.
“You’ve got a lot of balls coming back here.”
“Already with the sweet talk?” Tex pushed past his old fizzled flame and sought the comfort of a nearby bar stool.
“You left me at the train station with a suitcase and a broken heart!”
Some of the other customers started to look on but they knew that Kristina was excitable so they gradually turned back to their conversations on the PC Friars or other such nonsense.
“Babe you make this sound like Casablanca. You knew from day one that a cop and a…”
Tex paused and ordered a drink. Vodka and cranberry juice. The lifeblood of this grizzled soldier.
“And a what?”
“And a girl with legs like yours could never be together.”
“I’m not a prostitute.”
“I never said you were.”
“Today.”
“Come on, I just got off the plane, ease up will ya?”
“It was a long time ago and it wasn’t for very long. I tried moving but sometimes a reputation sticks. You know what that’s like.”
Tex took the last long sip of his first Capecodder. He slowly put the shot glass down. Contemplative was his mood.
“Yeah, I know what that’s like.” Tex was reminded of the demons he had tried so hard to forget. Shadows may change direction as the sun rises and sets but shadows always remain.
“Tex I…I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m just…” She sighed. Sometimes she was still a girl. “I’m just surprised to see you. I missed you.”
Tex got up. He had more pertinent business to attend to. This sultry dame could wait.
“I gotta go. You look beautiful kid.”
With that Tex kissed his long lost love on the forehead and started to leave. She called him back.
“But where are you going? Can’t I go with you? Will you be back?”
Tex considered the three pronged question.
“I’ll be around. I might be back. But if I’m not…” He trailed off.
“But if you’re not?”
Kristina’s voice sounded hopeful. Like the engine of an old car being started in the cold. A tear or two threated to break the austerity of Tex’s eyes.
“We’ll always have Weekapaug.”
Kristina had tears streaming down her face. Tex couldn’t bear to watch. He left as quickly as his burdened legs would allow.
Now wasn’t the time for puppy love.
The Jade Monkey was waiting.