"Yeah," Art said, a little lamely. He was going through stuff but it was all self-constructed, wasn't it? He was the one who started gambling again, he was the one who was making bets, he was the one who had — left Dezzie without a word, even if it was temporarily. They'd both gotten caught by Meredith Watchword, but that wasn't much of a consolation now.

He took another sip from the pint of beer. "Dezzie and I got in a fight."

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