The silence between them was awkward before Danja spoke up again. “Do you ever see Kitty Winslow?”
“Our paths cross from time-to-time.”
“Are you going to tell her about Peter? You know he really did love her.”
“Nah. What good would come from it?” Moe said. “So she can grieve the rest of her life over something that was never meant to be?”
Danja’s attorney had called for her and she had rushed off. Moe doubted he’d see her again. She hadn’t even said good-bye.
Moe slugged back the shot of bourbon, crumpled up the newspaper, and tossed it in the trashcan.
Maybe he’d go back to bed after all.
The End.
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