Now that he’s back he sits across from you every day.  He entertains you with stories about Europe. You fill him in on the gossip about the remaining newbies.

            He’s always polite, always calm, always handsome.  And it’s so incredibly wrong and twisted, but you can’t help imagining he was the one who you made the deal with so many years ago.  Because you know that if you were his all the drinking and the gambling and reckless behavior would stop.