Way Too Old For Him

The cowboy leaning on the counter took an interest in my sister. I watched him watching her, and I felt uncomfortable. Another guy sidled closer to me. I was instantly irritated. Just because I am in a bar does not mean I want to be bothered. She is a bit mad, isn’t she? He asked. I looked at his face. He was smiling, but not leering like the cowboy. He had an honest face, he was young like her. Are you into madness? I asked. He gave me a lingering look. I could be enticed. I threw back my head and laughed. I am way too old for him.