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course my friends, because they were my normal.
     
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Grady
     
    “I’m going to have to cut you off, sir,” I tried explaining to the very drunk, very unruly customer.
    “No, dammmit give me a..a..anoer,” he slurred. He was very entertaining, trying to pick up chicks half of his age. He was a very rotund, balding man in his early sixties, I believe. He reeked of booze but he still had an air of authority about him.
    “Uncle Mac,” I yelled, trying to get him to deal with the drunk or to help with the other customers.
    “Oh hell,” Uncle Mac said, “that’s Sheriff Johnston. Well, ex-Sherriff, since he’s retired now. Now Grady, go by the phone. You’ll see a number for Turn the Page bookstore. Call it and tell them that Sam is here, and they’ll know what I mean,” he added.
    Okay , I thought to myself , I guess this is a regular occurrence for Sam to have a number plastered next to the phone so we could have him picked up . I turned my back on Uncle Mac and Sheriff Johnston just as he fell off of the stool. At this rate, we would be scraping him up off of the floor. That man didn’t know when to cut himself off.
    Locating the number, I called the bookstore. “ Turn the Page bookstore, this is Miles, how can I help you?” a young man greeted me when he answered the phone.
    “Uh, yah, this is Finnegan’s and Sheriff Johnston is here,” I said by way of a reply.
    “Shit, again? Ok, I’ll let the boss know, thanks,” and he hung up.
    Well, that was done. Hopefully it wouldn’t take them too long to get this guy outta here. I guess this shit was to be expected since it came with the territory.
    Walking back over to Uncle Mac, I helped out the next customer. It was busy for a Saturday, which is a good thing, but it was just me and Uncle Mac working, so we’ve been hauling ass all night. The tips were nice and there have been some seriously hot chicks coming up to flirt with me. Of course, I’d lay on the charm, but not a single one of the big busted, desperate girls caught my attention. No, that had been taken by Emmalynne when I met her last night. Realizing I’d checked out, again, which seemed to be happening more so since yesterday, I got back to mixing drinks.
    “Daddy, what are you doing here again? Didn’t they kick you out last week?” A small voice said. I knew that voice.
    “They kick me out every week, but I’m Sheriff Johnston, and no one can keep me out for too long,” he replied. Dumbass.
    Turning around once I heard that voice, I looked straight into the eyes of none other than the woman who has occupied my mind since last night.
    “Emmalynne this is your dad?” I asked somewhat bewildered.
    “Uh yeah,” she looked down as a blush crept up her cheeks. Shit, she was embarrassed.
    “Come on daddy, you are coming to my house tonight.” She tried to tug him off of the stool, almost losing her balance.
    “Here, let me help you get him out to your car,” I offered as I rounded the bar to drag her drunk of a father outside.
    “Thanks, Grady I appreciate it. I’m not the steadiest person on my feet even when I’m sober.”
    “Who would be, trying to cart around a drunk man out by themselves. He is practically dead weight,” I said, trying to make her feel better. I wanted to see that smile again. She looked so embarrassed to be having to play the role of parent to her own father.
    Heading out to her vehicle, I saw her sliding open the side door of her van. “Just put him back here please, I’ll let him sleep it off some before I try to get him inside my house.” Once getting him settled into the van, she turned and said, “Thanks again for your help Grady. I’m so sorry about this. He constantly tells me that he will get help, but it seems like a lost cause.” She looked towards the ground.
    “Emmalynne, it was my pleasure, and please don’t apologize for him. It didn’t turn out all bad, I got to see you again,” I told her and she turned