"Nobody is going anywhere," Sal was possibly gruffer than he imagined, but Alton was in no mind to do anything at the moment. He was a polluted animal and growing restless by the minute.
"It just isn't fair!" Alton stammered. He could barely stand on his feet. "I've waited years to see that woman."
"Why?" Aaron asked with a distressed face. Sal knew he was worried.
"Cause.." Alton belched. "I want to have it out with her." Aaron's father looked a little crazy.
"What do you plan on doing?" Sal asked.
"I'm gonna find that bitch." He nodded.
About then a regular came in and Aaron already had the beer waiting. They talked about the weather and who was going to the Super Bowl while Alton just about tripped over his own feet.
"You're gonna go to California?" Sal looked at him as if he doubted he could get him back to his room, but he was a lightweight. Sal knew he could throw him over his shoulder if he had to. But he really would hate to.
"I'm taking Aaron with me," he was a matter of fact on the subject.
"Yeah, so he can drive you, I guess?" Sal shrugged. "You know, he doesn't even have a driver's license." Sal fumed. "If you two had actually raised him, he might be a doctor by now. He's got a good brain. Heaven knows, how that happened? You two did nothing to help him when you could. And now you expect him to go somewhere with you."
He thought Alton might be crying. He heaved as if he might throw up. Then he coughed. "But she raised him, not me." Alton pointed to himself. "And he needs to bring his Momma home." Alton practically swallowed a frown
Aaron just shook his head, and he went back to greeting guests and serving up drinks, nuts, and pretzels.
"Let's not rush into anything," Sal said as he quietly walked Alton out from behind the bar. Oh, how he wished he could leave him out in the cold, but he got him in the pickup truck.
Of course, Alton wouldn't shut up about how he was going to kill her when he found her. Sal shook his head. There was only so much he could do for somebody like Alton.