Nicely done. [ A wide streak of irony in his tone. He rests a hand on John's shoulder, leaves it there a long moment—exerting only the slightest pressure, as though to verify the solidity.
Then he crosses to one of the many bottle-lined surfaces, picks up the nearest bottle. Gives it a shake: empty. Onto the next, the process unthinking. ] Now what?
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Then he crosses to one of the many bottle-lined surfaces, picks up the nearest bottle. Gives it a shake: empty. Onto the next, the process unthinking. ] Now what?