5"Last call, gentlemen ," a frowning waitress announced acidly.
Millson was astonished to see the bar almost empty, the first time he took his eyes from De Young in hours. He glanced frantically at his watch and groaned at the reading: 1:30 am.
Cliff Potaski, the owner, approached, also frowning. "You know, fellas," he said, "You're good customers and I appreciate your business, but you tied up this table all night and didn't buy a thing. From now on, Reverend, I'd be most obliged if you did your counseling at the church." Millson nodded in embarrassment, far more worried about the reactions of a jilted wife. De Young, slouching now with head bowed, seemed not to have heard.
"Come on, Earl," Millson said, "Drive me back to my place and stay the night. I think you should tell your story
