I’ve done something awful. Just awful.
No. None of our problems are over. They’re just different now.
Janet comes over and gives me a big kiss. I take their hand.
Something is coming and I know right down in my bones that it’s going to be bad. But I also know that not me or anyone else in here tonight is going to have to face it alone. And that makes it all right. That’s something to fight for. That’s something to die for.
Now, though, it’s just people and drinks and Martin Denny’s cover of “Misirlou” on the jukebox. And that’s as good a night as anyone could ever ask for.