I'm sure that Barson would love to work extra," Olaf said with a grin."I'm sure that Olaf wouldn't mind carrying drinks to and fro," Barson said.Leani...g forward with his elbows on his knees as if concentrating, Sid said, "My poor brain is having difficulties dealing with so much information."The other two young men adopted similar poses. Deadpan, Olaf said, "Yes, it does hurt the head to think so much." There are beds here in the Inn to consider," Sid said glancing over at Barson.Breaking out. She is sorry to be a pest. Kate pours it neat. Caroline drinks it down and asks for more.Silence in the back of the cab on the drive home. Joe and Caroline do not look at each other. Later, back at home and after more gin, she and Joe talk."For fuck's sake, Joe. Why?" I couldn't stand to see you with him. When I saw his prick and how he shoved it into you— " —Not that. How you and Mike set this whole thing up." Oh, that. Mike told me about when you two kissed— that time when I was passed out—. "I'll be fine," William replied. "It looks as though you were headed out." I'm just going to study," Joy told him. "I asked Mom. She knew where I was headed."William nodded - and groaned again."Remember when I was a little girl?" Joy asked."Of course," William replied."When this would happen, you'd have me walk on your back," Joy continued, choosing to ignore her father's tone of voice. "Did that actually help or did you do it just to make me feel special?"William Dalrymple actually smiled as a. ”“Probably, but I feel a lot better now. I just need to soak my things in cold water and everything should be okay.”“What else is wrong?”“Nothing, really, just human stupidity.” The next day at work she was still on edge and didn’t talk to me much. I asked for and received longer break for lunch and had a long chat with Leonard, who grilled me on art, then politics, then rather pointedly on my views of black women, finally saying with a grin, “So, how’s Callie?”“She seems to be doing well.”“No,.