Business had slowed since sundown. Thad stood tall and straight-backed at the register. The regulars stopping for sandwiches and beer tried talking with him. It was mostly chatter about the weather or an upcoming hockey game but some of them managed to slip in a comment about Thaddeus Ramz, how good a man he’d been, how sad it was that he wouldn’t ever be seen at the poolroom having a beer or reading newspapers at Dunkin’ Donuts. Thad tried to smile the best he could, thanking them for ...
