The place was reasonably busy. Probably twenty people total were in the front part which was a fairly large store, with more folks back in the booths....They had two hallways with maybe eight or ten booths opening onto each hall. The girls giggled through the store. I think every thirty seconds we heard a loud whisper of “Oh my God, look at this!”We could tell they were making the “raincoat” crowd a little uncomfortable at first. They were only eighteen after all, and honestly, Kelly had a face. Charles laughed at her and opened up another beer. He handed this one to Carl who took a long swallow "Good stuff," Carl said.Charles opened his beer and took a swallow that matched Carl's."That roadside place," he said. "I don't know where I'm going to buy it when they close down." "We'll find a place," Carl assured him.Charles and Carl drank two while Susan was trying to finish off her first. She finally finished it and dropped the can. Charles quickly handed her another can."I couldn't drink. It seemed it was even worse this time too. They were able to pull themselves together and clean up last night's messes but only by the hardest. It was fully two days later before all the laying around, pissing, and moaning died down.It didn't really matter much. Our new camp was well sorted out by now and most of the building was completed. We were well on our way to being ready for winter and things everywhere seemed to be going as they should.On the other hand things seemed different for me.. It had been several years since Kasey and I had cuddled on the couch. When she was younger it was something she did every chance she got. But as she grew older and into puberty, the snuggle time had decreased. By the time of the divorce, it had ended completely.I'll admit that I had missed it."How are you doing, Daddy?" she asked softly."I'm good," I said I lightly stroked her hair as I did when she was 10. "How are you?" OK," she answered. "This is nice."I agreed but I still didn't understand.