Gelon says nothing. This is a blow. Gelon has never shown hesitation before. I’ve always had my doubts, but it was his certainty that kept me going; something has shifted in him. There’s less melancholy and more fear, and he orders another jug, and we sit there and drink in silence. Each of us is afraid. It’s there in the way we hold our cups. It’s in the way we look about us, squinting into the misty nooks of the bar to see what’s hidden. This skittishness gives an altogether different quality to our boozing. Tonight we’re not drinking to forget, but to remember and dream. It’s hope that
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