He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

and I thought about how a room full of people can teach itself new manners very quickly when the situation demands it. A few minutes ago this room had been noise and laughter and a man with his hand around my wrist. Now it was holding its breath.

Brooks turned slightly toward me.

“You want this handled here,” he asked, “or formally?”

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