I saw various things that identified it as a Marine barracks. My hand floundered around for my pocket watch. My mind tried to explain what twists of f...te would have put me here.Vague memories flashed in and out of reach. Some of them I just could not believe. There was no way I'd get that drunk.Finally I found my watch. I opened it, but could not focus clearly enough on it at it's distance. I turned and tried to get a better look. Then I saw an alarm clock reading a few minutes after six in the. The bare concrete floor is matched with cast concrete counters and heavy wood tables. There is one table in Hilliards, not the largest, centrally located in the public space. It abuts a taller counter, which looms over the shorter table making it somewhat awkward when somebody sits there because the taller stools necessarily expose what is under the table. I'm really trying not to look, but this cold spring has clad these long, soft legs in thick tights. This is Seattle, after all, and it's not. Well, it wasn’t the Beverly Wilshire, few places were, but it’d do. We showered and dressed quickly so we could meet Rob in the lobby. A few blocks down the road, we crossed over the I-215 and into the parking lot of a large bar that vibrated from the music inside. There was only one problem. I’d forgotten my ID back at the motel. I begged the door guy to let me in, the same way I did when I was 16. I batted my lashes and talked real sweet. It didn’t work. Damn California hard-asses. “Sorry,. "Because he hated me, I think. He hated me but he needed me and I think he couldn't stand the idea of losing to me again." Dad loved us." Gozaburo loved you." Don't say that! He loved us both. Why else would he have adopted both of us if he didn't have to?" He wanted you." I smiled. "After ten minutes with you, I'm sure he would have adoped anyone I told him to just to have you." Just for the record, I stopped believing that one when I was eight." It's true." I'm not a child, Seto." He pulled.