Steve sat, stupid with alcohol, watching the bartender make his rounds. The bartender passed him, ignoring him. No more whisky for me, I guess, Steve thought blandly.
Steve felt a shift as someone sat down beside him.
“Oh, hello Dr. Feynman,” he said.
“Hi, Steve,” said a sad voice. “How's it going?”
“Oh, you know. Seeking new possibilities, checking out every available opportunity,” Steve answered. Then he began to cry.
“Please don't,” said Dr. Feynman. His voice was gentle. “I'm trying to work it ou
Published on April 15, 2009 04:42