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eyes. What a hoot this would be!



Bill Sunquist had a low boredom tolerance. There was only so much arbitrage trading
and Darwinian software business to put up with before the joke ran out. Just for fun, he
leaned across Roger's lap to argue with the waiter over the provenance of a gram of
hashish.
"A spicy aroma of ginger," he read off the thumb-sized packet. "Redolent with earth
musk and cardamom." Bill Sunquist opened it up for the maitre d' to smell. "Would you
describe that as 'redolent with earth musk and cardamom'?"



The waiter looked at him long, a patronizing half-smile at the corner of his mouth. "We
have a fine roan from Lebanon, with the elusive sweetness of late-harvest Riesling.
Would you care to try that?"



"For my friend here." Mr. Sunquist remembered smiling down on Roger Swann. "For my
friend." He remembered Roger Swann smiling back, confused and helpful and friendly as
a pup. Bill Sunquist nodded across at Melanie. "Are you ready, Mi Amor? To
Grandmother's house we go."



A priceless moment? Roger Swann turns his hopeful gaze back to Melanie. But Melanie
is already moving past Bill for the open side of the bar.



Looking on from the darkness of their alcove, Mr. Sunquist could not help an ornery
cackle. Ohh, he was terrible in those days!



They shook hands like gentlemen, give them that. Such was his commitment to
sportsmanship that Roger Swann would have shaken Melanie's hand as well, but
something made her turn away at the last moment. She stumbled into Bill, pushed past
him blindly for the door.



Mr. Sunquist had to bite his fist to keep from laughing at the ridiculous tableau? Roger
Swann, staring after them with three half-empty wine glasses on the bar and a look in
his eyes like crushed violets.