Thanks.Wayne went to the Rathskellar after classes to relax, have a beer or two, listen to the music, and maybe even read a book. The college bar was ... warren of rooms and alcoves furnished in rustic brick and stained wood throughout.While the bar was standing room only in the front where the band was blasting away at 110db, in the back there was plenty of room to stretch out and relax. The music was relatively distant and quiet in the rear of the bar.Wayne found one of the back rooms. The bartender had insisted on seeing the proof of that before delivering the two beers that Mrs. Willoughby ordered. Since many people commented that Sean still looked like he was in high school, he’d already had his driver’s license out by the time the bartender had asked. Once the drinks had been delivered, the older woman suggested they move over to one of the empty tables on the other side of the bar where they’d be more comfortable.“So how is Karen doing these days?” Sean asked, once they. With only a minute to spare, Randy and I gather our clothing and other things and run to his room. Just as his bedroom door shuts, the front door opens. Randy’s mother comes into the room to see that he’s in bed. Randy and I take refuge in the closet. Instead of finding Randy asleep, his mother finds a hastily written note that tells her he’s gone to his friend’s house for the weekend. As soon as the house quiets, the two of us sneak out into the hallway and slip through the back door. With my. And it could have been our west coast, instead of Turkey, Lebanon and Syria. Our families could have been crushed under billions of tons of racing water.When I finally looked away, Angela, Laney, Gloria, and Crystal were crying. There tears matched my feeling precisely. Zeke was holding Laney. Charles had his arms around Gloria, while Jeff comforted Crystal. Angela and I walked inside to our bedroom, where I held her until the wracking sobs quieted. Dinner was going to have to wait.The.