(Chapter 19). It seems that the dust has finally settled now, and things might get back to the way they should be. I "saved" Brett from that awful hotel, and we had "another bottle of rioja alta" from a nicer bar across town (250). It was really great drinking wine for the taste, and with sober thoughts, we didn't miss Cohn or Mike or Bill or anyone. We could have had a great time together, Brett and I.