(Woman in the center) Dr. Jill, the early(er) years.
True story, that wheel on the wall came off of Joe’s 18 wheeler when he was fording the Mississippi. That’s how Beau died. 2 years later he met Jill when he came back to that bar to meet up with some girl, but he never did meet up with that woman. She didn’t know it then, sitting at the table all alone, waiting, but she was about to be the luckiest woman alive. Joe walked in, saw Jill just straddling two benches, and the rest is history…
I would light her cigarette any day of the week.
(Woman in the center) Dr. Jill, the early(er) years.
True story, that wheel on the wall came off of Joe’s 18 wheeler when he was fording the Mississippi. That’s how Beau died. 2 years later he met Jill when he came back to that bar to meet up with some girl, but he never did meet up with that woman. She didn’t know it then, sitting at the table all alone, waiting, but she was about to be the luckiest woman alive. Joe walked in, saw Jill just straddling two benches, and the rest is history…
“Come on in – you’re just in time for Noir Murder Mystery Night…”
Oppo: “You’ll love this place, honey. They have both kinds of music.”
That lady in the middle is tempting fate, sitting on two different benches the way she is.
Well, you do have her sitting at the little kids’ table.