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angst he’s going through.  I was sure it had to do something with his ex.  “Caide, you don’t have to check in….but if you need a friend to talk to, I’m here.”  I reach in my folder and give him my business card with my private cell number.  “You can call any time.  I don’t care if you’re up at three in the morning and need me, I’ll be there.  Don’t make a habit of calling at three though.”  I laugh it up a little.  Without asking him, he starts gathering up chairs and putting them away.  Maybe there’s more to Caide Palmer than I thought.
     
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Chapter Five
    Young Love’s first lesson is - the heart;
    For ‘mid that sunshine, and those smiles,
    When, from our little cares apart,
    And laughing at her girlish wiles -
    Edgar Allan Poe
    CAIDE
    “Nine ball corner pocket, proceed to watch and learn,” I announce to Stewart.  My cue is exactly twenty one ounces; I like it heavy in my hands.  The lighter cue is what I’ll use to break, and I never use my personal one.  The thrust is too hard and I don’t want my stick to warp.  We’ve been shooting pool all day.  I never bothered to tell him about my meeting at five, which isn’t mandatory I attend anyway.  I line up my stick to hit the cue ball with just enough force to make it spin and knock the nine ball into the pocket.  I love the sound of the balls clanking together and the smell of chalk on the sticks.   Smack! “Damn, I should have made that!”
    Stewart laughs at my outburst.  He’s always amused at me when I choke on a sure shot. 
    “Are you in for tonight or not Caide?  They have a new bartender; she’s got big boobs and long legs.  Seven Inch Screw is playing tonight, they’re dope dude.”
    “What idiot names their band Seven Inch Screw, so he’s got an average pecker?  It’s The Eagles Nest man, everyone is old and boring in there,” I complain. 
    Stewart leans over and shoots ; his ball goes right in.  That bastard’s going to beat me!  “I’ll pay for the drinks and the ride home.”
    “I like how it’s a ride home….to my house!  Okay, I’ll go, but if a cougar tries to hit on me, I’m giving her your phone number .”  I laugh and tap the excess chalk off the tip of my stick.
    “I’ll meet you there at nine.  They have a dress code, no flip flops or t-shirts,” Stewart says and finishes his shot.  “Who’s the king?!”  He shouts as he sinks the eight ball.
    By the time Stewart leaves, I’ve agreed not only to go out with him, but I’ve agreed to dress up.  Taking fashion advice from Stewart is like taking cooking lessons from the mailman.
    Oh shit!  Looks like I’m going to miss the meeting tonight.  She’s going to report to the judge about not being committed to the program.  It says I only have to go to two meetings a week, so she better keep that pretty little mouth of hers shut. 
    There’s something about River that gets me. She has this way about her that sees through my exterior wall.  Sometimes, it’s as though she’s as broken as I am.  That mother of hers sounds like a piece of work.  Who takes a belt to their daughter in this day and age?  There’s more to River…but I’m not the one to figure it out, not right now.  Lucy is the one who matters, not some chick from a support group.
     
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    The club better not have a dress code against jeans.  I opted for a long sleeved yellow Polo button down, a pair of jeans and a sports jacket.  It feels strange leaving the cuffs unbuttoned and having my shirt sleeve show a little below the jacket sleeve.  Becky has made me dress like this for public interviews.  A couple of squirts of cologne and I double check my cash before climbing into my Mustang.  I haven’t decided if I’ll drink tonight or not, maybe just one; but I don’t feel like getting trashed and thrown out of an old person club.
    It’s still