She watched quietly as he poured an inch of emerald liquor into each of two heavy crystal goblets. The liquid seemed to glow and sparkle through the m...ny angled facets of glass. She grew more curious when he balanced a long, slotted spoon across the top of one of the glasses, then lifted a single cube of sugar from a small porcelain bowl, centering it on the spoon. After preparing the second glass in exactly the same way, he placed it beneath the narrow spigot of a silver tureen which stood. "Well Bobby it looks like were going to be here for quite a spell, I don't think the rain is going to let up for a while." Uh huh." Was all he said as he unlaced his sneakers and took them off then tugged off his wet socks and hung them up next to his shirt. He reached down and unbuckled his belt then unzipped his jeans and started pulling them off.Startled, she asked. "Uh, excuse me but what are you doing?"He looked at her curiously. "Well I'm getting out of my wet clothes and hoping they'll. I’m sorry I was rude earlier. It’s just that... Well, you have me in a position that I... I don’t like it, Jack. It’s completely fucked up my life. I can’t concentrate on school or sports. I feel like I’m cheating on Jill. I just... What can I do to get out of this??“We have a deal, Carrie. You can’t back out. That’s just the way it is. When you treat someone like shit for so long, it comes back. Aunt Kharma is a real bitch sometimes.”“Fuck, Jack, I said I was sorry. Why do you have to be such. ” Gerry’s father was okay with that, sitting at the tiller as the evening became dusk and then night, the heavens a light-show of stars you never get to see except at sea or the most remote places on land.He knew that this voyage was for him. Oh, Gerry was enjoying himself, to be sure, but he didn’t need his father as crew. No, this was to take him away from an empty house and memories of his wife. Colette was an Anglo-French mixture with dark-brown (when they first met, at college. At the end.