Chapter 3Fall 1995
Wills and Michael were in their junior year of college. Shaw had somehow managed to turn himself around. Not only were his grades better, but he’d gotten in tight with the ranking fraternity brothers and was now the sergeant-at-arms for Alpha Omega Chi.
Occasionally he was able to talk Wills into going out drinking on Friday and Saturday nights. And he always insisted I go along.
“Want to shoot some pool, Wills?”
“Get a table, and I’ll get the beer.”
Wills paid for two mugs of beer. The froth spilled over and ran down the sides, and he held them away from me as he carried them to the back of the Liberty Tree, where there were a number of pool tables. Michael Shaw had picked one in the far corner and was casually chalking his cue stick.
“Want to break first?” Shaw l
