Everything good had ended because of her. She'd stayed away and lost contact with everyone. The only time she showed up at the clubhouse was if she needed to see Curley, and because they exploded around each other, she probably appeared unbalanced.
When what she'd been was, was a girl in love, trying to survive a broken heart.
"I should go in." She reached out and squeezed his arm. "Have a good night, Uncle."
"You, too," he murmured.
She walked inside, surprised to find customers were sitting around two of the tables. Scanning the room for Curley, she wanted to share the hopefulness the new arrivals brought with them, but he wasn't around.
Knowing the Tarkio members would keep drinking, and her friends would serve the new customers, she sat at the back of the room by herself and listened to the music while keeping an eye on everyone.
But mostly, watching the door for Curley.