Jackie winced as he downed the glass of rye in one go.
“Well god-damn! Doc, what does it matter if somebody killed me? I’m alive now, aren’t I?”
“Perhaps, Herr Davidson, you should look in a mirror.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jackie, you’d better—” Carol started, before tears began to well up in her eyes. “There’s— a… powder room on the right.”
“Darling, it really can’t be that bad.” Jackie entered Klaussheimer’s powder room, and flicked on a light switch only to see his younger brother, Todd, staring back at him, just as he heard Todd’s voice echo through his brain:
“Suprise, Jackie. Looks like we’re in this together now.”
