His search lasted until the music crescendoed again and the bar reached a new height of invigoration. When Maury discovered the peephole, he was happy and alarmed by a painful wail on the other side when his finger popped the eye of an anonymous voyeur who then identified himself with a screech of obscenity, punctuated by tossing the ice from his cognac into the hole and the inquisitive face of Uri who was investigating the cause of the chaos. The cognac spurted through with the delayed natural pop of a whale clearing water from its blowhole. Uri staggered back to the table he had been sitting at before. The men were gone as they had risen together like a church congregation to go dancing. Joe noticed Maury and moved through the crowd towards him in awkward strides as his belt buckle’s siz
