‘ i should’ve just got drunk and stayed home. ’
“Well you can still do one of those,” she says with a nod. Shitty as Chili’s is…they do have alcohol. Then he’ll be the guy that got drunk at Chili’s before eight at night and his dignity was a sacrifice she was willing to make for the Cause. What cause? She’d find one.
Rosie leans over the booth and flips to the back section for him, tapping. “There you go, buddy. I ain’t eating alone, though.”












