CHAPTER 8: A FOOL AND HIS MONEY!

“Would you like to order anything else?” a young petite waitress asked Kevin. She had served him and his companion breakfast, and she was now clearing up the table after their meal.

“No thank you,” Kevin said as he paid the bill. As usual, he gave a generous tip and left the small restaurant. He walked around the town leisurely as he looked at the white buildings that lined both the sides of the narrow street. The houses all looked the same as they were made of coral stone, and the only thing that set them apart was the huge uniquely carved doors. Kevin had come here because it was the best place to unwind without worry of meeting someone who would recognize him. He needed a break from reality.

“I want more beer,” the girl who was on Kevin’s side said. She startled him as he had forgotten she was there.

“Ok. Can we go to a different pub? Which one plays better music?” he asked. He was getting bored here and he thought of relocating to the bigger coastal island. The night life was muc