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light. For some reason that fact made their
appearance that much more special to me.
    “This week your Pitch
Black beverage is on the house.” Jack said.
    “Free is your Mountain Dew
this week, Mr. Sawyer.” Jeff said.
    “Thank you guys. Dick
would be happy to know that you came.” I said. They nodded and
walked off.
    The next person to approach was Nico
Saucony. He stared at a broken Lorrie Lovitt for a beat before he
spoke. Lorrie had clung to my arm through the whole thing. Now her
face was mashed into the shoulder of my blazer. She held on
tight.
    “Heya, Tuck. I'm so damn
sorry about this whole thing. I don't...I can't stress enough how
bad I feel, how I'm gonna take this to my own grave.” Nico was
fighting tears.
    “You didn't do anything
wrong, Nico.” I said. The night Dick was stabbed, he was covering
Nico's shift, so that Nico wouldn't miss out on a date with a
stripper.
    “I'm still very sorry.”
Nico said. He walked away, tears running down his face. Next to pay
his respects was Johnny Basil himself.
    “I apologize on behalf of
my business and pizza for any distress it may has caused you,
Tuck.” Johnny said, after he shook my hand.
    Johnny Basil was over 6 foot 3, pushing 3
hundred pounds, a perfect combination of fat and muscle. He wore
t-shirts that were too tight and black jeans. That day he'd thrown
on a blazer.
    “I appreciate it, Johnny.
I know you're not to blame for this. No one in your family is. Dick
thought highly of you and your family. He was proud to deliver for
you.” I said. I felt Lorrie start crying into my shoulder
again.
    “You're welcome to my
place anytime. Pies on the house.” Johnny said.
    “Thank you, Johnny.” I
said. He left the grave site.
    I wrapped my arms around Lorrie and held her
tight. She her warmth made me feel better. But there was that empty
place in my chest.
    Dick was dead, everyone was sorry, I had
places to get free things. Nothing would bring him back. It was
something I was going to have to accept, like the billions of
humans before me that had lost people they love. Sloppy Deb
approached me and Lorrie.
    “I should get her home.”
Deb said to me.
    “Yeah.” I looked down at
Lorrie. “Hey, it's time to go.” Lorrie looked up at me, then her
mom.
    “I'm gonna go home with
Tuck.” Lorrie said. Deb looked at me, concern for her daughter in
her eyes.
    “I'll take care of her. I
promise.” I said.
    “Call if you two need
anything. I'll be over immediately.”
    “Thanks, mom.” Lorrie
hugged her mother tight. It made me miss my mom. I wondered what
she was up to in Orange County.
    I put Lorrie to bed, in Dick's old bed,
after a glass of Jack on the rocks. Before she fell asleep she
looked me deep into my eyes. Her chest nut brown eyes pierced me. I
looked away. She said, “Thank you, Tuck. I'm sorry I miss Dick so
much. I hope it doesn't hurt you.”
    I replied with, “I don't know what you mean.
I miss Dick too. Sleep now, angel.”
    That was the first time I ever called her
'angel' out loud. She actually smiled. The smile split my heart in
two. Sitting by her side, the angel slept, I needed to finish off
the Jack Daniels and do some work on the computer.
    I had taken vacation days at work for my
leaving town experiment. That meant time off to track down mom and
tell her of Dick's death and maybe seek out some comfort. I hadn't
seen my mother since age eleven. She was a bit of a train wreck,
but still sweet, from what I remembered.
    According to Google, Tabitha
York-Sawyer(mom)lived in an apartment complex, near Balboa Island.
I wondered how she could afford that kind of location. Then I
remembered how much of a hustler mom could be.
    The next day I checked on a sleeping Lorrie
Lovitt. I had a breakfast of toast and Jack on the rocks. With
directions to my mom's apartment written down on line paper, I
considered the options. Lorrie needed looking after, she was in the
middle of a breakdown, but who could I trust outside of Dick