—𝓑𝑨𝑹𝑩 𝓦𝑰𝑹𝑬.

"A bar with a name I like that. Sounds like a place you're likely to lose some teeth just by catching someone's eye. Family's name is Bennet. My father was a pastor and trust me I got off easy with my name considering what my brother got named." The young lad stifled a laugh.

"That's the first bit of good news I've heard all day. What's your name Miss? Mine's Welkin."

"That's might kind of ya. Don't suppose you have a bit of root beer at your bar?"

"My ma used to make these oatmeal ones with pecans, chocolate. Don't remember what they were called. My heads been real fuzzy lately."

"I wish for a cookie and a glass of orange juice Miss."

"Some folks think kindness is weakness. Maybe. But I'd rather die soft hearted than live cruelly."