He had grown a sandy mustache which he hadn’t had in the old days, when Paul used to bring him aboard the Vistula for reasons which were part of Kozinski Constructions’ secret history. His belly had got looser too, but he still had his enormous shoulders—a weight lifter from before the time of the Nautilus machine. In the bar he had taken off his suitcoat and his tie. The tie was folded into the top pocket of his striped shirt—all to falsely signify to the small crowd in the bar that he was just a drinker, that he had no other intentions. Kate accepted him as a visiting salesman, but then identified him in a rush. Her flick of the head had diminished under the influence of the bounding dream, but it came back wildly now. She considered leaving quietly and finding Jack. But she went on stacking schooner glasses and answered the raised hand of a drinker at the far end of the bar, the man in Jelly’s corner, which was available for casual drinkers to flex their souls in by day. She cherished, in a fashion, the way men raised their hands like that, never certain that anyone would take notice.
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