Dave; distant, damaged, decidedly diplomatic, drains Denis’s Drambuie.
Discussing dangerous and divisive decisions.
Downtown.
Detroit.
Discombobulated by the deluge of Ds he starts to think about what was written at the end of the book, Lake Woebegone Days, that he had just finished:
"Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known."
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