Karla felt obscurely guilty for not having saved them, in that case. But what would she have done? Given them to him in a sack?

"So you came back whole? You just sort of...put yourself back together? After your body went the way of Adel's?"

She caught the waiters eye and pointed to the bottle of Carling. They were going to need a few more of these.

"But the same thing happened then that it did this past summer, didn't it? Hell's fire, Jono. That--" What? Sucks? Is awful? Duh. He knew that better than she did. "--I owe you more beers. You need to get drunk."