And it was with a great smirk that he suggested, “A pint?” Before I could gather my thoughts to ask after the clue, I said, “That would be lovely. I’ll be at that table over there.” I didn’t want a pint, let alone a table. One of the men seated nearby laughed. I could have pointed out there was food in his teeth. I didn’t. However tempted I might have been. My mother raised me to be better than that. More’s the pity.
