I’m half convinced that Hemmingway just had a lot of random crap in his stories and hoped some kind of symbolism would come out of it…
Bobby said that Sue wouldn’t love him after that. He was always saying things like that, and only half the time believed it. I knew that Sue would be fine.
We left the store and had some drinks behind the counter at the Select. The drinks were nice. I enjoyed a whiskey. Bobby got the same dark beer he always drank in moods like this.
“It’s just that, I don’t know that she’ll forgive me.”
“Don’t be a fool,” I said.
“Jack, it’s true. Settle down.”
“Settle down? I’ll settle when I fucking feel like it.”
“Oh, come on now Jack. Relax a little. I only wanted to talk about my Sue and see where it will take us.”
I sipped my whiskey and spied the dancing floor.
“That’s it, how about a dance? That lass right there is rather frisky. Or the blonde in the green dress, how’s that for you?”
The barkeep poured me another whiskey.
“Let’s talk about my Sue.”
“What obligation do you have? You’re not married and haven’t promised it.”
“Well, there are certain expectations involved.”
“Your last left before those could be fulfilled.”
“Sue isn’t like Kate, not in the least. Why, if Sue and Kate stood next to each other in my home, I’d have to take Sue.”
“In the same way you’d have to take your current car because you’ve already placed the deposit.”
“Oh, come now, Jake.”
“She’s pregnant, isn’t she?”
Bobby looked at the dance floor, then the bar, and sipped his beer.
I drained my third glass.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I have to send off some e-mails, get back home,” I said, leaving Bobby in the bar. He’d follow me home and knock on my door. I’d probably open it and let him in for a drink or smoke.