ed with its tall modern glass buildings, massive multistory shopping malls, a

nd their homes but for the most part, Jinstain had gr

ort where Mr. Cochan had his GrizlHut pizza shop, it w

breeze. Instead of a pleasant sea smell, the pungent odor of dead fish from the nearby market filled his nose. He

d, come back

here…” Conor hedged. Mr. Cochan had

ust as Mr. Cochan pred

ock above the register

k a bony finger in his face and said, “Jessica is a good girl, who works hard. Her father was in

nder his breath about lazy ass kids

n her early twenties, about five and a half feet tall, struggling to

y caught the tray up and li

ures, Conor still maintained a decent fitness. His natural

elves is all I am good for thes

and glancing up at him as she tucked an escape

e she finally caught herself and said, “You must be the new help. Well, this

ack of the shop and tossed a black apro

turally wavy hair bounced lightly around her shoulders. Jessica was beautiful, but Cara’s bea

will be through at some point. Now let's get started. And Conor, keep that beard of yours out of the dough. It may look go

as Cara pointed at a large can o

out of the corner of his eye. She seemed intent on positioning herself around the counters

iled to

other than loathing. He went back to his tasks but k

replacements clocked in. The other workers seemed in

romised to be back by sev

s, enjoying the cheap pizza and shoveling carbs to contain the alcohol. By two A.M. Pops had long since go

at down. “Let’s eat a little some

bit into it with gusto, but his face quickly changed to one of disgust as he fo

d family recipe. Says the cornmeal a

o sate his hunger but gave up halfway through. “Well, let’s get this place cl

out. He walked Cara out to her car and said g

this was g

pang of guilt through his soul as he remembered all he had lost when Celia’s Bl

efinitely not! Conor screamed inwardly before