“Well,” I said, “the saloon must go.”
“You’re right there, old classmate,” Bill said. “The saloon must go, and I will take it with me.”
“You’re cock-eyed.”
“On wine?”
“On wine.”
“Well, maybe I am.”
“Want to take a nap?”
“All right.”
We lay with our heads in the shade and looked up into the trees.
“You asleep?”