Compared to the day’s earlier ill-events, riding in the car seemed like
heaven. Peter settled deep into the soft upholstery. Billy opened a bar and 
offered him a drink, and Peter asked for a beer. He’d had only two drinks in his
life, and he knew he had to be careful of losing control. But he wanted so much 
to relax, to just forget, just for a little while. Just a little bit.