move. It will have to be good. Something had come between us. So this is love, I thought. James walked into the bar. I saw him, sitting down. He was drinking a Brandy Alexander. Sour milk. James says brandy has ambience. He strug ® James was standing beside me. His hand almost frozen to the railing. We didn't speak of it. He was wearing blue moccasins. His toes curled up in side. Bunched up like kittens in a sack. It's a good thing we were drunk. Drunk on the very best vodka.