Anyways, we get to the cafe. Must be about seven in the evening, but the place is dead. A few years later the notion of sitting in a non-alcoholic cafe all night just sipping coke would have made my brother laugh his arse off, his idea of hell - but Laura's good for him; he seems calm tonight, relaxed. So I'm the anxious one, them three talking to each other about bullshit while I just sit there and kind of zone-out, nothing in my head but static.
