“We are at The Owl. Tess out on the floor, Seymour running his door, and me, I’m working my bar. It’s crowded with students, this the night before spring break begins. An Emerson tradition, one last party before the party, before flying off to Mexico or Florida or Texas or wherever else they go each spring. Nights like this I have a bar back. I can’t quite see him now, but I know he’s there, marrying bottles, bringing buckets of ice.”