I lit up a cigar and talked with a woman who works with a friend of mine. Her husband works in submarines, and she told me a bit about that. A military guy started asking technical questions about it. He then told a funny story about the war games his unit plays.
Stephanie came out for a cigarette, and we both admitted that we were afraid of heights as we looked over the edge.
I saw that it was time to meet my friend at the theater and that I was going to have to say goodbye to Nicole. I had heard her trying to talk people into going dancing later in the evening, and I didn’t want to get talked into that, so I snuck out.
I heard from Nicole the next day. They went dancing until morning and she woke up the next day on one of her friends’ couches. She didn’t break any limbs.