“Paul Baum! Pablo? What the hell are you doing here?” Shake took the outstretched hand and shook his head. “It’s been…what…twenty years?”
“A little more than that, I guess, but who’s counting. The secretary called me. She remembered that I was a classmate, same year as you.”
“Yeah, but what the hell are you doing here? At MMA? I thought you went back to Oklahoma City, to go to school or something.”
“Started OU about the same time you joined the Marine Corps, Shel…”
“Hold on, Pablo.” Shake held up hand to interrupt. “Sheldon was your roommate a couple of centuries ago. The Marine Corps tagged me as Shake and that’s what I go by these days—regardless of what it says in the yearbook.”
“OK. Guess you had to do something to keep people from calling you Shelly. I seem to remember a few fist
