I don't know what the expressions were on our faces, but Bernardo held his hands up and said, Sorry to interrupt. I didn't recognize him, but apparently he knew me on sight. That last brought a wave of snickers from the packed house. His tongue flicked out, rolling the drop of blood into his mouth.
He was less than ten inches away from me. False wisdom leads to wrangling and disorder, trueWisdom to concord and harmony. Things were looking up. We could hold hands and not compromise either of our gun hands.
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