Chapter 3: Chapter 3

The man sat at the counter several spots away from Jude. Adam approached him, had a few words, and then brought the man coffee.

Jude picked up his own mug and tried not to drool. Adam walked over to him with the coffeepot, offering him more.

“Bad dreams again?” Adam was one of the few people in the area who knew the truth of what had caused Jude to flee San Francisco. Most people assumed he had a bad break up.

“How’d you guess?”

“You look like hell and the drinking is pretty early even for you.”

Jude grimaced. Even for him? Did Adam think he was an alcoholic or something? “As a matter of fact I did have the dream and it was awful, thank you very much.”

“When was the last time you talked to Dr. Carew?” Adam referred to Sutter Bay’s very own psychiatrist. If anything ailed you, residents of the small city would give you the unsolicited advice of speaking to the good quack.

“I spoke to him at the grocery store. Nice polite chap.”

“I’m serious, Jude.”