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“Olivia leaned forward in her turn and patted his thigh affectionately. ‘You know what we have in common, sweetheart? We’re both nonentities. Nonentities in reckless pursuit of nonentity.’”
A. Alvarez, Hunt
*
I was sitting on the bed, trying to read, couldn’t concentrate, so put it aside.
I headed for Nestor’s. The sentry was in position, gave me a look and said,
“Watch out.”
He did an unheard of thing. He actually moved stools, away from me. I could only guess at how hostile was the vibe I was transmitting. Jeff said,
“How’s it going, Jack?”
His expression said,
“I’m not sure I want the answer.”
I gave a slow smile, said,
“Couldn’t be better. Can I get something?”
“Sure…coffee OK?”
“No…it’s not, … I’d like a large Jameson.”
He looked round as if help was available. It wa
