Thirteen （B）: Harlow

THIRTEEN (B)

HARLOW

“ T hanks for calling Whimstery Cafe After Hours,” the bartender answered the phone. “How may I help you tonight?”

“Do you allow babies inside your establishment?”

The guy sighed. “Is this Harlow Hawthorne?”

“ No .” I made my voice deeper. “I’m just a tourist.”

“Well, Just a Tourist, we don’t allow anyone under twenty-one in our bar.”

“Sounds like a discrimination lawsuit waiting to happen…”

“Go to bed, Harlow.”

“Can’t you let us sit in a private VIP booth away from everyone else?” I begged. “It’s not like anyone has to know we’re there, and Sasha wouldn’t tell a soul. My boss is being an utter jerk, and all I need is twenty minutes with some adults and some hard liquor.”

“I doubt the kids you’re nannying would enjoy this environment at all.”

“So, if I bring along some toys for them, you’ll let us in?”

He hung up.