After his phone call, Marcus met me for a glass of wine on the balcony. It was the heavier style Pinot Noir from Oregon that Brian had recommended I try. I was drinking away at it so pleasantly that I had not even noticed I already nearly finished the entire glass. Neither of us had much to eat that day and I would be easily intoxicated if I did not slow down.
The weather turned bitter cold over the last hour and it looked like it was going to start snowing. I had an old red and blue patterned square quilt wrapped around myself with Ajax curled up into the bottom of it. It was homemade. I would like to think Marcus’ mother or even grandmother had stitched it together. The theme was some old battle from the American Civil War. Maybe Brian was a soldier in the army before he was an assa
