The smell of seared meat always had patrons calling for a burger of their own.“David?” Wendy said, “Fetch.” She was pretty loud and most of th... patrons stopped doing whatever ... just to see what I was going to do. What? Of course I fetched.“Four of your home-brewed root beers, please, Ernie,” I said as I passed by the barkeep. While I was retrieving the sacks, Ernie pulled four frosty mugs from the chest freezer and poured them full. These were stein sized heavy glass mugs ... thirty-two. “Didn’t you tell me that if you believed something, it made it true?” Becky asked. “You’re going to convince yourself that they’re ruined when they don’t have to be.”I walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.“This has nothing to do with what I believe. I betrayed them. It’s over.”She sat next to me and put her arm around me.“It’ll be OK. It really will,” she said softly.“No, it won’t,” I said, hanging my head. “It just doesn’t matter anymore.”Becky got off the bed and stood in front. "But when?" I've got to give a sample tomorrow, and Amy is looking at it very carefully now. But some day when I don't have to..." We could just do it really quick? No one comes down here after supper -- or hardly ever, right?"Bill nodded eagerly. "It's a risk, but..." The hunger in his eyes said everything.Several days later, Alison stopped in front of Bill's cell, right hand down the front of her pants, wiggling. She glanced at the bulge in his pants, and raised her eyebrows. Bill. When she sat down she didn't speak to me until she had ordered her martini. Then she asked, "How did you do?"I dropped my score sheet in front of her and said, "138".Carla studied my score sheet for a moment then she looked and me and said, "That's a good score on that test." Then she handed me her score sheet. I couldn't believe my eyes. Calra had scored 142. She beat me. I was suddenly in a panic. I kept thinking 'She beat me. How could she have beaten me?'Carla didn't say another word until.