”He passed the bottle back and I took another swig.“Tell me,” he said, “what’s a fine young man like yourself doing out here all alone on a ...night like this?”“But I’m not alone, you’re here with me, my friend.”“And I’ll stay as long as you keep sharing that fine whiskey. And perhaps you’ll share your story too.”“I’m here to kill myself.”“And why would you want to do that?” he replied, holding out his hand for the whiskey bottle.And so I found myself spilling my guts to a complete stranger, how. "*I spent a lot of time that night mulling over what Clay said. He was right of course. I was the one who shut Lore out, not the other way around. If I was miserable, then it was my own fault. If I was miserable, then I could hardly be doing the right thing, could I? There's enough misery in this world without creating some when you could do something about it.I'd never spent more than a day or two off the ranch. I'd never been to a city bigger than Billings. I'd never lived without a****ls. The DA for the Seaside court wanted to charge you with assault with a deadly weapon for throwing that IV stand at Jerry Fenault. He said that you used excessive force and had no reason to attack the man. You knew that the police were on the way and you should have waited for them to handle it.’ Marcia jumped up at this, ‘That fucking idiot. If Ken had waited for the police it would have been a hostage situation and we know how well the fucking moron police handle those. There would probably. She wanted to ask how he was feeling about being a dad, but was afraid to hear the answer. She was still getting used to the idea herself and had contradictory emotions, so instead she asked, ‘Are you going to tell your parents?’ ‘Of course, but maybe not during this trip. I’ll wait and see how things go. Besides, this visit is about Kate and the new baby.’ Tracy nodded in agreement. They were booked on a flight to Chicago that afternoon and Kate was in surgery this morning, having a.