Mikey laughed haughtily and motioned for a refill. He threw it back as if he were fifty years younger and pushed his glass across for another.
“After Nalini died,” started Mikey, “there was not much left of Joshua. He tried his best to carry on, but he loved her with every beat of his heart. He transferred a lot of that love to all of you. He cared deeply for his students – as the five of you know.” Mikey sat back in his chair, the leather wrapping around him like an old glove. He sipped this drink – his fourth – while Drew and James listened patiently.
“Joshua was old school like me, through and through. But being a bit younger, he felt the crawl of technology while he was at the height of his teaching. I had retired by then, way back in ‘99, so it never really affected me like it did h
