"Boom."

The small bronze bell on the door frame was struck with a crisp sound.

Ethan let go of his hand, and the red, wooden-framed glass door headed for recyclability.

It's not time yet, there are only one or two guests in the tavern, a few tables on the left, a bar on the right, a dazzling array of wine bottles on the cabinets, and rows of crystal glasses hanging high.

The light hits it, and it looks very crystal clear.

"Welcome."

Behind the bar, a bartender in a plaid shirt looked up: "Sit casually." ”

Ethan walked over to the bar and pulled out a barstool and sat down.

"Any recommendations?"

He glanced around the tavern, and then at the short-haired bartender in front of him, in her forties, with a slight wrinkle on her face.

"Manhattan."

When the female bar saw Ethan's appearance, she immediately smiled: "My craftsmanship is good." ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for you."

Ethan looked at the price on the wine list, took a change and went out: "No need to look for it." ”

Pulling out his phone, it was a follow-up message from Rusek, Oscar had just come out of the house and was now in a bar with a few friends, and there was nothing unusual about it.

replied to him casually, and the phone screen turned off.

"Your wine."

The bartender brought a large glass of Manhattan and carefully placed it on the bar: "You should be here for the first time, you look like this, if I've been here, I'll remember it." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan picked up a Manhattan cocktail, which was mainly made with whiskey, and took a sip: "It tastes really good." ”

"Actually, you won the prize, and my appearance is mediocre."

"Hahaha."

It was such a simple sentence that made the bartender laugh: "You know what? ”

"I have a daughter, and she's very beautiful."

"Boom."

The brass bell rang, and the front door was pushed open again.

The bartender's mind was on Ethan, and she continued to laugh happily: "My daughter likes a man like you, do you need me to give you her phone number?" ”

Later, Irene's nails were about to reach the palms of her hands.

She walked over with a blank face, and looked at the bartender fixedly, her earlobes bright red.

"Hey, Irene."

Only then did the bartender notice the person who came in behind her, and she put down the white towel in her hand in surprise.

"Bonnie."

Erin responded lightly, and the estrangement in her tone could be heard by anyone.

The barmaid could naturally understand, and she clutched the towel tightly: "Please, you don't want to call me Mom?" ”

"Goo."

Ethan raised his hand and gulped down the cocktail from his glass.

"Do me a favor."

Erin's voice trembled a little, she found a note from her pocket, and slapped it on the bar counter with an indifferent expression: "Please don't call the police station again if you have something in the future." ”

"This is my email address, you can email me if you have something."

With that, she turned and walked outside.

"Irene."

This Bonnie hurriedly shouted again, "I'm getting married, I just want you to know." ”

"Congratulations."

Erin turned around and looked at her coldly: "Next time this kind of thing, you can just send me an email." ”

With a few words, she strode out of the tavern.

"I'm sorry."

Bonnie awkwardly took the small note and said to Ethan on the side, "I made you see the joke." ”

"Good wine."

Ethan took a sip and put the empty cup down.

With a gentle tap of his fingers on the bar, he got up and left.

It turned out that this middle-aged woman with blonde hair was Erin's mother, that is, the one who never cared about her family and never took care of her.

The face is quite kind, I really can't see it.

Walking out of the tavern and lighting a cigarette, he went a few meters further and came to the side of the gray Dodger.

"Thank you."

Erin scratched her ears and asked in a muffled voice, "Would you like to go to Morley's Bar for a drink?" ”

"No problem."

Ethan waved his hand, biting his cigarette and nodding.

Morley's Bar, The Corner.

On a small table, two glasses of bourbon and a small plate of assorted nuts are placed.

A light of light that illuminates the whisky in amber.

"Just like you heard."

After drinking three glasses of whiskey in a row, Erin's face flushed, and she spat out a mouthful of wine: "That woman just now is my biological mother." ”

"Hmm."

Ethan picked up a cashew nut and threw it into his mouth, sipping it slowly.

"She's always been like this, and she's never changed."

Erin gritted her teeth and said: "Until she needs affection, until she thinks of me, she suddenly contacts, this is what I think of!" ”

"Bump."

She slammed the table and said angrily, "A special toy? ”

"When she needs it, she plays with it."

"If you don't need it, just throw it aside."

Erin picked up the glass and gulped down the whiskey inside: "Have you ever seen someone like this?" ”

Ethan waved his palm and swept away the liquor that had spilled on the table.

Accompanied Erin to drink the whiskey, and then waved to the waiter to continue serving.

"When I was a child, every time I saw her, I was either drunk or so excited that I forgot who I was." Erin looked at the wine glass and said silently, "In winter, there is no heating at all. ”

"I could only curl up in the corner of the room, watching her lie on the floor, watching her vomit filth."

"For a moment, I even wished she had froze to death."

"Or, disappear into one of the city's sewers."

Erin raised her head and grinned, "But every few years, she will suddenly jump out of a corner of her life like a cockroach and stir me up." ”

The smile was bright, but there was a hint of tears in his eyes.

Ethan grabbed her hand and didn't say anything, just gently rubbed the back of Erin's hand with his thumb.

Such people have indeed seen it.

It's just the female version of Frank, the same irresponsible, drunkard, addict, who will only bring trouble to the Gallagher family, and has been thinking about stealing and playing tricks all his life.

"Actually, you still have her in mind."

After the waiter brought the wine, Ethan let go of her hand and grabbed some walnut kernels and put them in his hand: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have called me over." ”

"You're not going to be that excited, are you?"

The walnuts were thrown into his mouth one by one, and Ethan looked at the silent Erin.

True despair is speechless.

Will just leave quietly, like a stranger.

In fact, Erin is similar to Fiona, no matter what torture she has experienced, no matter how angry she is, but deep down, she still regards Frank and Bonnie as family.

People like Frank and Bonnie take advantage of their psychological flaws.

Like a dog skin plaster, it is applied from time to time.

"Whew."

Erin shook her head and smiled wryly, "I'm sorry to let you hear these bad things. (End of chapter)