“It’s a genuine pleasure to meet you, Trew. Do you eat pizza here often?” Trew shrugs, “I’m not sure.” “Really?” Carl asks. “Well, I don’t know what you mean by often. So I can’t be sure.” “I see.” Carl flashes me an annoyed look. I grin. “Well, do you live around here, Trew?” “No, not really…” Trew looks confused. Carl laughs out loud. His laughter is deep and rich; it makes you feel safe and happy. That’s a dangerous way to feel
