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It's Sunday. Well, drinking on Sundays has been legal for years, right? And Lynn can use a drink. Saturday morning and afternoon she'd worked, and Saturdays were usually devoted to the most uptight parents imaginable--the ones who refused to pull their kids out of school for any reason. Then Saturday evening and most of Sunday morning had been devoted to budget planning. It gave her a headache, but it had to be done.
So, late on Sunday afternoon, after an early dinner, Lynn heads for the bar. She takes the bus, since it's cheap (money is still at the forefront of her mind) and she's conscientious about never drinking and driving. She has to be, as a doctor. It's still early for a bar, so the place is mostly empty. Lynn slides into a stool, leans on the bar with a sigh, and orders a cheap beer. When it comes, she sits up to sip, at the same time turning to survey the room for anyone she might care to speak with.
So, late on Sunday afternoon, after an early dinner, Lynn heads for the bar. She takes the bus, since it's cheap (money is still at the forefront of her mind) and she's conscientious about never drinking and driving. She has to be, as a doctor. It's still early for a bar, so the place is mostly empty. Lynn slides into a stool, leans on the bar with a sigh, and orders a cheap beer. When it comes, she sits up to sip, at the same time turning to survey the room for anyone she might care to speak with.