Bill had entered the bar intending to drag Jack by the ears back to Greenville, but as soon as he had sat next to him, all such thoughts faded like fog on a sunny day. It had been like turning off a switch, a buzzing in his ear with an abrupt end. Back in the room, the buzzing had returned with the death of his alcohol buzz, growing in volume and pressuring him to stuff Jack in the trunk of his car and head for home. It was an imperative he had trouble denying.
He remembered arguing over breakfast, Jack demanding his phone, then a blank spot like a needle skipping on a record. The next thing Bill knew, Jack was handing his phone back to him in pieces.
And the pressure in his brain was gone.
He still wasn’t convinced he shouldn’t dra...
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