Chapter 57
- Achilles’ Point of View:
- I went to the bar with Carlos. It was a little far from the hospital, but still a decent place to sit down and have a conversation. The smell of cigarettes, stale beer and whiskey hit my nose as soon as I entered, sending me into an instant state of relief.
- “Two beers, please,” Carlos said to the bartender as we sat down in front of the counter.