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We grabbed our beers and sat down at an old table.
“Cheers,” Jared said and drank a good half of his glass. “That’s more like it!” he said and put his glass down.
I took a sip. The beer was good. Nothing pretentious, but a good old lager. I had some more and decided to let him talk.
“Listen Alex,” Jared said after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “I just wanted to have a chat with you away from the office. So, there’ll be no shop talk tonight.”
Great! I came here for nothing.
“We’ll do all that next week,” he continued.
Now, that sounds better. Let’s chat away.
“Let’s finish these and order another round, shall we?” he said and, without waiting for my approval, he gave a sign to the bartender for more beer. “Bottoms up?”
Now, that is the game I play well. We drained our glasses.
“I come here all the time. Hugh, the bartender, knows me well and doesn’t mind bringing drinks over when I ask him,” Jared said.
He definitely owns the place.
“Okay,” I said.
“They say it’s one of the best pubs in town,” Jared said, looking around.
“Never been here.”
“You’re probably wondering why we’re meeting here.”
“That crossed my mind. Yes.”
“Well, perhaps, you don’t know this, but I spent quite a bit of time overseas. Your family was good to my mom, and she was able to save some money so we could go to our relatives in the States.”
I didn’t remember any of that. Why would I? Jared was not in my circle of friends. He was not on the same level as me socially either. In fact, I didn’t think I had ever talked to him much when we were kids.
Hugh, a middle-aged man with tattooed hands and a goatee, brought our drinks and put them on the table. Jared just nodded to thank him.
“I didn’t really want to go across the pond because I enjoyed my time here. The little cottage behind the main house my mother and I shared and the time playing with the local boys and …”
“Charlie,” I ended the sentence for him.
“And Charlie. Right.” Jared smiled and lifted his second glass. “Here’s to your little brother.”