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food was, and offered to take her and his father there whenever they had some free time. He hoped his mother didn’t pick up on how desperate and lonely he was…again.
    He played a couple games of chess with his father before leaving. Although his father didn’t go to the vision-impaired school with him like his mother did after the accident, his father found his own way to bond with him. He showed him how blind people play chess. Before the accident, it was their favorite thing to do, a battle of wits between him and his old man. It hurt him very much when he thought they’d never have that time again. But his father really shocked him. It was difficult to grasp at first as he listened to his dad call out his movements, but after lots of practice, he was able to really compete with his dad again.
    The cab driver announced they were in front of his building. He opened his wallet and reached for the bills with the right corner folded down—those were his hundred-dollar bills. He grabbed three of them and told the driver to keep the change. Richmond was a three-hour drive.
    He slowly walked through the lobby and heard the piano player in the lounge. It didn’t sound as if there were too many people in there, so he figured a drink was a good idea. Besides, there wasn’t anyone waiting for him upstairs.
    He barely used his cane as he made his way across the carpeted floor to the entrance of the lounge.
    “Will you be dining in tonight, Mr. Prescott?”
    “No, thank you, Jules. Just a drink at the bar.” Pres didn’t know what the young lady looked like, but her German accent was unmistakable. She didn’t work here before his accident, but he’d come to know her a little over the last two years. She was always courteous and polite, but not annoyingly helpful. She didn’t do stupid shit like try to help him sit on the barstool like the other hostess had. Why would she think Pres didn’t know how to fuckin’ sit down? Whew. Some people.
    He’d been at the bar for over an hour and was on his third round when he caught a very familiar spicy scent. The scent just lingered around him for about thirty seconds, never fading or getting stronger.
    “Well, are you going to sit down, Ric, or just stand there staring at me?” Pres said matter-of-factly.
    Pres heard a deep chuckle come from the man before a broad shoulder brushed against him as Ric took the stool next to his. “How the hell did you know it was me?”
    “Don’t think this is strange…but your scent gave you away. My nose is a little more sensitive than others’. I remembered your cologne.” Pres smiled, hoping that Ric was smiling too and not thinking he was creepy.
    “I don’t think that’s strange at all. But let me ask you this. Do you remember most people’s scent?” Ric asked, his voice dropping a couple octaves.
    Pres smiled a little wider. “No, not most people. Why?” he asked, intrigued.
    “Well then, I’m flattered that you remembered mine. It’s good to see you again, Pres,” Ric said in his deep, manly voice.
    Pres felt a light tap from Ric on his right hand so he lifted his and gripped the tall man’s hand for a friendly shake.
    “Nice to talk to you again, Ric. Can’t exactly say it’s good to see you, now can I?” Pres laughed, and surprisingly, so did Ric. Pres was immediately relieved that the man could laugh with him about his disability . He picked up his drink and drained the rest of the glass.
    His shades were still on even though he was inside. He tried not to do that too often, but after having three drinks and a beer, it was probably safe to assume his eyes looked like shit. His mom always said his eyes were bluer than the Mississippi, but they looked as red as the devil’s when he got drunk.
    “What are you drinking, Pres?” Ric asked him.
    “Whiskey sour,” Pres replied.
    “Sounds good.”
    Pres heard Ric ask the bartender to make them another round. “Thank you for the drink. I’ll get the next one,”