"It's in the glove box of the car," he said. I nodded.
"Sorry," I said, "but you might want to have that handy."
"Really?" his eyes were wide. Once again, I just nodded. That had him reeling—literally. Once again I put my hand on his shoulder, this time to steady him.
"Sorry, man," I said. "Let's finish this game, and then we can sit out front and talk for a bit."
The funny thing was, with his mind completely distracted, Mike ran the table. I had to laugh.
"Shark!" I accused him, laughing. "You were going to sucker me into putting money on the game, weren't you?"
He saw I was kidding, and laughed along. We gathered up the balls and returned them to the bar, taking our beers onto the front porch of the place. It was set up for the cigarette smokers, and nobody questioned us sitting th
