The bell tinkled as the door opened. Pops was busy cutting the day’s fruit and looked up at the sound. He cursed as he cut himself. He stuck his finger in his mouth and stared as the newcomer walked slowly to the bar.

 

“Hi, Pops.”

 

Pops grunted, then took his finger out of his mouth. “Hi, Jen.” He glanced at the small collection of regulars at the bar but for once they seemed content to not comment. “What brings you here?”