“So when Rap and I decided to meet for an after-dinner drink, we settled for a fern bar in the Portside shopping complex. There were no painted wooden airplanes hanging from the ceiling, no old-fashioned bowling game with a real wooden ball and miniature pins, no hookers lounging on barstools waiting for the guys from the third shift. But one thing hadn’t changed. “Still the same old Rapper,” I said, my words coming out a tad slurred. Three rum-and-Cokes in thirty minutes will do that to you. “Y...ou always used to say there were two kinds of people: those who seduce and those who are seduced. And you’re still a seducer, aren’t you? You’re still Coyote the Trickster.” Rap raised his glass in a mock-salute; he was still on his first gin-and-tonic. Always in control, the Rapper. Always watching and waiting for the other person to show weakness. “At least I know where I stand with you,” I continued. “Or should I say I take comfort in the fact that I never have known and never will know where I stand with you.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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