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He looked so much better, at least. His brown hair was a little disheveled. He wore a five o'clock shadow across his chiseled chin, and he was pretty fit for a six-foot guy that loved his beer, but she could still see some of the pain in his brown eyes. Holly wondered how well he had coped over the last two years. And then, she kicked herself for not having kept in touch. She was the oldest, and it was her job to keep tabs on everyone, wasn't it? But if that was the truth, Holly knew Randy would have pushed her away if she'd tried to mother him at that point. She'd long ago absconded from her role as the big sister.
The biggest question was, could she ever repair her relationships with her siblings? Only time would be able to tell.
"Why don't you come to the inn with me?" Holly suggested. That was where this all started. Shouldn't it be where they rekindled everything?
But Randy wasn't having any of that. He shook his head, his frown deeper than ever. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm sure you can handle whatever's going on there. You're the successful one out of all of us, aren't you? If there's a problem, you're more than capable of dealing with it." Randy picked up his beer, then downed the rest of it in a single, long swallow. "I've gotta get back to work. It was good to see you again, sis. I'll drop that tire off for you."
Holly sat silently as she watched her brother leave. Once the door closed behind him, she picked up her own glass and swallowed the rest of the wine. Even that didn't help fill the emptiness inside her, and she wasn't sure if anything ever would. It was tempting to order another glass and see if that helped, but she didn't want to risk going down that road.
Besides, whatever was going on with her mother and the inn; Holly was pretty sure she would need her wits about her to handle it, especially since it looked like she was going to be doing it all alone.
Holly sighed and flagged down the waitress to pay her tab. Randy had always been more of a fan of drinking than her, but something told her she would be back to the little bar at some point. With the headaches she knew lay ahead, she would probably need a drink or two just to stay sane.
