Thirteen （B） – Harlow
THIRTEEN (B)
HARLOW
“ T hanks for calling Whimstery Cafe After Hours,” the bartender answered the phone. “How may I help you tonight?”
“Do you allow babies inside your establishment?”
The guy sighed. “Is this Harlow Hawthorne?”
“ No .” I made my voice deeper. “I’m just a tourist.”
“Well, Just a Tourist, we don’t allow anyone under twenty-one in our bar.”
“Sounds like a discrimination lawsuit waiting to happen…”
“Go to bed, Harlow.”
“Can’t you let us sit in a private VIP booth away from everyone else?” I begged. “It’s not like anyone has to know we’re there, and Sasha wouldn’t tell a soul. My boss is being an utter jerk, and all I need is twenty minutes with some adults and some hard liquor.”
“I doubt the kids you’re nannying would enjoy this environment at all.”
“So, if I bring along some toys for them, you’ll let us in?”
He hung up.