Standing up, Hunter approaches Sid, who is yelling, “Now look at what you gone and done. Irritating and insulting my friends. They’re all seated here looking at us.” Looking at Hunter, he says, “I got it under control. It’s all good. Just don’t pay her no damn mind, Hunter.”

Hunter looks at Sid, glances to Felicia at the bar. She presses her lips together and nods vigorously, as if to say this is the norm. “Pay who no mind, Sid?” Hunter asks.

Looking around, Sid all of a sudden snaps out of his trance, just as Hunter’s grandfather used to do, and says, “The drinks. Aw, shit, I forgot about the drinks. I’ll be right back.”

Hunter touches Sid’s arm and says, “I got it. Let’s get you back to the table, get you seated.”

At the bar, Hunter asks Felicia, “How long’s this been going on with Sid?”

“Months. He has these spells. I’ve driven him home many nights. He starts talking and arguing with his wife.”

“She’s dead. I get it. My grandfather did something similar.”

“Yeah, he apparently argues with her over something she did to him.”

“Anyone ever reach out to his son?” Hunter asks.

“Blake?”

Confused, Hunter squints one eye small and asks, “Blake? Who the hell is Blake? I’m talking about Travis.”

“Travis never comes around. I’ve called him before, but he’s too busy. Blake’s the younger son. He’s come to pick Sid up several times. Pretty good guy.”

Hunter didn’t know anything about a Blake. Didn’t know that Sid had a younger son. And he’s never heard Sid mention him. He tells Felicia, “I’ve known Sid a long time. Never heard him mention a Blake.”

“From what I know, his grandparents raised him. Annie’s parents. Not sure what the story is.” Felicia looks at Hunter. Bites her lip. She wants to say something but won’t spit it out. She’s holding back. Hunter can read it in her body language.

“What’s going on? You act like you wanna say something. What’s on your tongue that you can’t spit out?”

“I don’t know how to say this. You know how I questioned you when you first came in, about being related to Sid?”

“Yeah?”

“You and Blake . . . could pass for brothers. He looks like a younger version of you.”

At a loss for words, Hunter feels suddenly trapped in an Alfred Hitchcock moment. “That’s just a coincidence. Hell, I’ve known Sid since I was fourteen. He’s never mentioned Blake. I only know of Travis. I’m forty-six. This is news to me.”

Changing the subject, Felicia clears her throat and says, “You want another round?”

“Yeah. One more round for the road,” Hunter says, digging money from his wallet. “Does this Blake live close by?”

“I think he lives over in Marengo.”