Sin De Rella
A sign prohibiting the minors, a liquor license, and alcohol sponsor signage posted on the right side.
A late fifties old man with an untrimmed graying and thick beard approached with a friendly smile. “What can I get for ya, fella?”
“Just a beer. Thanks, mate.” I smiled back, fishing some bills from my jeans.
“It’s on the house,” he intoned.
To my disbelief, I stared at him like he was tricky jigsaw puzzles. Seconds ticked by, I busted out laughing. “Jett?” What the! It was Brett’s uncle, who co-owned the Rogue Pool house.
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