Family bleed the most, Chapter 1Chapter 1
Dust and bricks, slow spinning fans and cheap beer. Several days a week Anna walked through
the doors of a different bar and each time she came closer to the truth. Sweat, blood, and tears.
Waitresses sweating for the next tip, blood stains on the floor from old bar fights, and a variety
of patrons crying into their beers or spilling secrets to a bartender feigning interest. This was her
crowd, like a song, it could be sweet, swelling from chord to chord, or it could be hot, a quick
beat that left nothing to the imagination and boiled your blood before the last note. This was the
night with its neon signs and hopeful smiles. It was the last stand humans made to animal
instinct, a hill among mountains. This was a place of pride and work, and American hearts. Thus
was Americas Alamo to the old ways and left everything as it had been built.
Anna pushed her glasses to the top of her head looking closely at the little girl with golden hair
in her photograph. Emily the g