I knew when it was brown and not clear that he hadn't done what I'd asked. I couldn't blame him. I'd gotten his name wrong. Or rather, he'd introduced me to the board president and I'd gotten their names confused. But in my defense, Kevin and Karen are very close indeed.
I drank. I stayed and drank until he told me to stop. Until he stopped buying. Until it was just the two of us, lone gunslingers in our own little world. I called him Karen again. I think that's when he respected me, finally. He paid for my cab.
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