Later in the day I was walking home from Adelade's hotel. I stopped over at the bar and ordered a drink.

What are you so shaky about? Nothing. I just wanted to have a small drink on the way home. Your hands. They're shaking. You can't even hold them still. What's the matter? There's nothing the matter. I feel absolutely great. Maybe just the slightest bit on edge. I haven't had a drink since the morning I think. No, you had one at the hotel. Did I? Yes. Well, it didn't do the trick, so here I am.

I drank quickly and ordered another one. So, what do you think about it? What do I think about what? You know what I'm talking about. About Adelade? Yes, stupid. How am I supposed to know? She was talking for so long and it was hard to understand what she was saying, and what I did understand I don't know if I should believe. So you didn't believe her? Why should I? She hasn't seen me in years, why would she want to help me now? Because she's your sister. That doesn't matter.

"Are you alright?" The bartender was looking at me. I must have been talking out loud.

"Fine. Bring me another."

He looked at me strangely. I shook my empty glass and put another bill on the table. He nodded his head, and when he came back he had put a full glass in front of me. What the hell is he looking at? Leave it alone, stupid. He watched me as he walked away.

It was nice to see her, now that I think about it. It's been so many years. She looks the same as she used to, except her hair isn't so blonde. I suppose the color goes away as you get older. She's not that old, though. A couple of years younger than you. Well, that's alright. It was still nice to see her.

But what about what she said? Which part? Well, what do you remember? She said she wanted to help me, she wanted to see me, take care of me, or something. That's nonsense. You've been getting along just fine on your own, haven't you? Of course I have. Then why would she think she needed to take care of you? I don't think she approves of all the drinking. The drinking! I hope you don't think she's going to come in here and change everything, do you? No, of course not. The drinking stays. If she wants to see me she's just going to have to get used to it.

So what else do you remember? I remember everything. It was only a few minutes ago! Of course, I didn't understand everything she was trying to say, but what I heard I think I can remember. She wanted to know why I never gave her my address or let her know where I was going. What did you tell her? I told her I didn't know, and that I don't remember. She was crying, then, I think. Or maybe she wasn't.

So you told her the truth? Of course I told her the truth. She's my sister. You really don't remember why you never let anyone on to where you were going? No, I just didn't want to see anyone. Hell, I don't want to see anyone now. Sending that nun to come find me was a mean trick. She wasn't a nun, she was a missionary. Well, it doesn't matter either way. She found me and I talked to her, and if she really wants to see me I'm tired of hiding, anyway. But you weren't hiding. You were just living your life, somewhere else. It's been a hell of a life though, hasn't it? It has.

Finish that drink and let's get out of here. I don't like the way that bartender is looking at you. You're right. I didn't like him right from the beginning. I paid and went out.

Now what is there to do? The same thing that there always is to do. Walk through town and get back home, sit down, have a drink, and wait. What are you waiting for? Hell, I don't know. Who said I was waiting?