"It may be none of my business," he said, "but why the fuck not? Jesus,
Julius, what're you afraid of?"
"You don't want to know," I said.
"I'll be the judge of that."
"Let's have a drink, first," I said.
Dan rolled his eyes back for a second, then said, "All right, two
Coronas, coming up."
After the room-service bot had left, we cracked the beers and pulled
chairs out onto the porch.
"You sure you want to know this?" I asked.
He tipped his bottle at me. "Sure as shootin'," he said.
"I don't want refresh because it would mean losing the last year," I
said.