Auld Lang Syne | Clover 4. Auld Lang Syne “Just call me Edison, like old bear breath does.” “You call him bear?” Sandy McDevitt laughed as Galen turned beet red. She sat next to him in Wilma’s second-row seats while Edison and Nancy occupied the captain’s chairs in front. Nancy turned around to her. “What’s so funny, Sandy?” “It’s just happenstance, Nancy. Did Galen ever tell you what we nicknamed him in school?” “Sandy, they don’t need to…” “We called him The Bear.” Edison kept his eyes on the road but a mischievous gleam appeared in them. “Tell us more, Sandy.” “Uh ... I think Sandy wants to see the White House of the Confederacy, right Sandy?” He nudged her and she gave him the look Galen used to dread. All women know how to give it, and all men know the game’s over when it appears. Not even prayer helps. “Yes, Galen’s right. Let’s go see the White House of the Confederacy. I think it’s just two blocks over.” Another look: You owe me, Bob Galen.
