Condor Green

Sweat beaded on the glass; its contents a swirl of ice cubes and amber. Half lemonade and half ice tea. Nearby, the sound from the television was a dull roar. Helena stared at the screen, a lump forming in her throat. Around her, the tables and bar of the Nineteenth Hole were empty---completely vacant, save for the woman who sat across from her. "You can make it go away?" asked Helena, her voice…