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The
place
was
empty
…
but
the
bar
was
fully
stocked
:
.
God
be
praised
!
Glass
and
the
silver
edging
on
labels
glowed
warmly
in
the
dark
.
Once
,
he
remembered
,
a
very
long
time
ago
,
he
had
been
angry
that
there
was
no
backbar
mirror
.
Now
he
was
glad
.
Looking
into
it
he
would
have
seen
just
another
drunk
fresh
off
the
wagon
:
bloody
nose
,
untucked
shirt
,
hair
rumpled
,
cheeks
stubbly
.
(
This
is
what
it
’
s
like
to
stick
your
whole
hand
into
the
nest
.
)
Loneliness
surged
over
him
suddenly
and
completely
.
He
cried
out
with
sudden
wretchedness
and
honestly
wished
he
were
dead
.
His
wife
and
son
were
upstairs
with
the
door
locked
against
him
.
The
others
bad
all
left
.
The
party
was
over
.
He
lurched
forward
again
,
reaching
the
bar
.
"
Lloyd
,
where
the
fuck
are
you
?
"
he
screamed
.
There
was
no
answer
.
In
this
well
-
padded
(
cell
)
room
,
his
words
did
not
even
echo
back
to
give
the
illusion
of
company
.
"
Grady
!
"
