CHAPTER 11

JENNIFER

I was laid back by the old lady's single statement “What could she know?” I thought she was probably just trying to milk me off because of my present physical state, with my rough denemor Anyone with half a brain wound sense that I'm passing through a lot.

“Old lady, if you need a drink you simply ask for it, I might be moved by your plea to buy you a bottle or two, trying to cajole me with lies about what you know or not won't work at this point,” I said with an air of finality while I try to get off from the stool I sat on.

I paid for my shot, taking a closer look at the lady. She looked like she frequented the bar very often, and probably knew one or two about the occupants of the estates.

“What do you know old lady, I might pay for your drinks you know?” I turned back at the lady whose chapped lips had tasted years of penury.

She adjusted her sit and beckoned at me to come sit down on the stool beside her the one I just got up from. I reluctantly sat down again “Well, wha