“Well, what happened?” Mohnsen asked. Five of them had worked their way through the chow line and now sat clustered in the sun on the LZ.
“The guy got up and left,” Molino laughed. “He got up and walked out and everybody got up and gave him a standing ovation. Man, you shoulda seen Zarno. His whole face turned purple. I thought he’d blow a blood vessel right there on the spot.”
“Man, I wish I was there,” Calhoun said.
“What for?” De Barti laughed. “This food’s worse than Cs.” They all laughed.
“You know what they do at division?” Molino said. He was enjoying being the center of attention.
“Tell us, Man,” Mohnsen said. Mohnsen had clung to Molino ever since the ex-bartender had been assigned to him. Molino somehow filled the vacancies in Mohnsen’s mind, the vacancies of the dead and wo
