You were going to be the death of him.

He’s got a Chevrolet as old as you. Hey, he bought it new

You were young, sitting in that old bar in downtown, nursing a cocktail that looked to have enough sugar to kill a horse. The moment you looked his direction, Arthur knew he was done for. The world felt like it had stopped spinning. He was a goner when you walked up to him.

Alcohol loosened his lip, and he found himself talking to you for the whole night. Everything drowned out, even Javier’s goading.

You had just moved from a larger farming town 20 miles east after inheriting a farm, but the details drowned out, alcohol making them muddy.

“Say, sweetheart, why don’t we find a better spot? This bar’s gonna close anyway”

He said, drunkenly unaware of the implications.

I could tell you she's a mixed up girl Hell, she's 22