[ It's hard to hold onto any residual anger or resentment like this, alcohol buzzing pleasantly in his stomach, long-lost brother laughing at his side. It feels like all the other times they attended religious festivals south of the border, but the smells are sharper here, the food less avidly spiced.
Nate knows this sensation from a lifetime ago, and he missed it. ]
All right, all right. Creamed salmon. Jesus. Wish they had flautas.
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Nate knows this sensation from a lifetime ago, and he missed it. ]
All right, all right. Creamed salmon. Jesus. Wish they had flautas.