Chapter 44
The bar was called Henley's — a place he had been to twice before, both times with Daniel, both times for reasons that had nothing to do with needing a drink and everything to do with the social architecture of men who didn't particularly need one but had decided to have one anyway. He had chosen it tonight for no reason he could clearly articulate except that it was not close to his house and it was not close to the school and the booths were high-backed and private and nobody there knew him. He ordered Scotch. The good kind — not because he felt he deserved it, but because he felt that if he was going to do this he was going to do it properly. The first one went down in the efficient, almost medicinal way of a drink taken for function rather than pleasure. He set the glass on the bar a
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