want. Funny, isn’t it? For ten years, I had a goal or even several goals and now that I’ve reached them, I feel lost. Homeless even. A silly cow, aren’t I?”Lek clinked glasses with Beou, wished her ‘Chok Dee” and they both emptied their glasses. Beou refilled them and, as if to echo Lek’s mood, the skies opened up and it began raining heavily. As they drained the second large glass of whiskey and a little soda, Lek surmised that the sailors would not be back that night even if it had been their intention to return earlier, wherever they had gone would seem more attractive now than an open-sided beer bar.
The rain was blowing in over them and they were getting a little wet, but neither of them cared nor felt inclined to suggest that they move to a drier pa
