"Hey Bessy!" Alice chirped, "How are ya, honey?"
"Just fine, Alice. Can I get a coffee?"
This was the first time in months I had been there on my day off. Shifts at Alice's lasted at least 8 hours so whenever I had free time I wouldn't go near the place. I felt slightly guilty asking Alice for coffee when I knew where the old, foam green coffee pot sat behind the bar, but I couldn't bring myself to move from the table.
"You know why you're all here." Lamar grunted, snapping me out of my daze. "Lets not make this any harder than it needs to be, everybody go around and tells us what you know about Mr. Evans."
Alice set my coffee down in front of me with a sympathetic smile
The crowded table went silent. We all looked around, not wanting to be the first to go. Eventually someone spoke up, giving what seemed to me like a needless piece of information. I didn't really listen to what everyone had to say, I was just trying to work out how I got involved with Mr. Evan in the first place. Finally, it was my turn.
"Whatcha got for us?" Lamar asked, his tone seemed softer than before.
"I have his diary." My voice cracked
"I have his diary." I said again, more clearly. That got everyones attention.
"And how did you get that?" Suzy Kemp questioned from two tables down. Everyone turned to look at her. She had been sitting there the whole time, attempted to subtly listen in on our conversation. She was failing miserably.
"That is none of your business." Lamar glared at here.
"He gave it to me. I haven't read it and I don't intend to unless it become absolutely necessary." I quickly retorted.
I knew by the look one everyones face I had made them upset. I dreaded the following questions. Before I had time to think I was already out the door. I thought I heard someone call after me, but I was long gone.
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