The Wicker Bar

I ordered a scotch when I got there and waited for Carl Luce to arrive. Old Luce, What a guy. I told him I'd seen a flit at the end of the bar, he said I hadn't changed and I needed to grow up. We talked for a while then he had to go. Old Luce was strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly had a good vocabulary. He had the largest vocabulary of any boy at Whooton when I was there - They gave us a test.