"Do you want
company for the rest of the night?
I do, just coffee and talk,
that sort of thing.
I really could use it."
We were both pretty far gone.
"Well, what are we doing?
I'm drinking coffee,
your drinking beer.
We're talking."
"Sure, ok."
She was gone within a quarter
of an hour. I guess
the interest wasn't there.
published in For the Love of Death, the early years, 2nd ed., S.I.N., 1993.
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