Jack seemed to digest that- so no one had told Ennis. And when he called, Lureen just.. brushed him off. Lucky for him, his beer came, giving him something else to focus on. To redirect his ideas.
"S'good. 'At you met 'im, an' her. M'glad." His words were distracted; it was obvious he was lost in thought.
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