“He went through the motions, saying goodbye to everyone, smiling, shaking hands, saying he felt great. He walked into his penthouse suite and headed for the wet bar. Hands shaking, he picked up a cut crystal decanter full of scotch. He poured himself a tumbler, overfilling it slightly and spilling it onto the marble counter. “Damn.” Theodore found napkins under the bar. He threw a few on top of the spill and shrugged. He brought the amber liquid to his lips, inhaled the harsh aroma, and f...ound he couldn’t drink. No, he thought. I’ve got to keep my wits about me. Got to sort this out. He emptied the alcohol in the bar sink, and poured himself a glass of water, downing it in several long gulps. He refilled the glass and ran his bumpy fingers through his now disheveled dark hair. What do I do? There has to be a way out. How do I take care of this? He felt sick, his mind full of images — beating hearts, breathing lungs, round pelts of hair, eyeballs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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