When he arrived in
Bloomington, IN
, he felt different. He wouldn't leave here right away like he did with any other place he stopped.
He didn't just pick the first hotel he found. He drove around a bit. Ended up booking a bed and breakfast downtown. It looked like one of those old cottages.
Inside the hostess was an older woman who called him Hun. Told him about places people liked to get dinner.
"The young people seem to really love
Cardinal Spirits
. But me personally. I really like --"
A loud disturbance came from outside. A truck growling it's engine.
"Sorry didn't hear you. Where is your favorite place for dinner?"
Before she was able to say a bell rung. A man walked in.
"Hey, stranger. Welcome."
"Thanks."
"Could I interest you in a glass of whiskey? You're not one of those non drinkers right?"
"No--"
"Good. Come on over here."
The man brought him into a room. Smoke filled the air. There was a pot bellied man with a cowboy hat who didn't look up with his head but stared at him.
There were three other men in there. Playing cards. Smoking.