TWO DAYS WENT AWOL. Vivienne, Johnny and Val fell into an atomic shock lassitude in their motel room. From bed to door seemed like an insurmountable project. Val in his bed, Johnny and Vivienne in theirs, kept sleeping, kept prodding each other to get up and eat, kept falling back into the late December darkness. On December 30th, they woke up, three in a bed, got up, put on coats over their pyjamas and walked to the motel saloon for happy hour. They nibbled appetizers and drank cocktails. Johnny dubbed them sandtinis. They toasted Danny. Johnny spoke about how he was just a kid when Danny left home. How he kept a lookout for his older brother, an ear out, hoping to hear from him. But he never did. Once in a while much later, when Johnny was an adult, Danny would call from somewhere and sp
