Chapter 25

• I rolled up my sleeves and got down to business after I texted Flinn quickly. The cocktails were tricky and the instructions hard to read—it was called the Alchemist for a reason—but the majority of customers asked for the usual of beer or wine. The tip jar was so full we needed to pour it into a bucket every hour. It was good work that would help pay for a good, hands-on nanny to tend to Grav when I was working.
• Med school, however euphoric, was out of the question now.
• "Klaus," the bartender—and, as it turned out, owner, Max—shouted at me. "Your ten minutes are up. I'll Zelle you the money. You want to cover the rest of Faye's shifts this week?"