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milliways_bar2007-04-12 10:06 pm
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Dr. Malcolm Crowe comes down the stairs, strolls over to the bar, and orders a scotch.
That sentence hasn’t appeared in quite a while, but that’s not to say Malcolm hasn’t been around. He has. But after a year and a half, his life in Milliways has settled into a comfortable routine, and he’s been keeping an especially low profile. He's still been coming down to the bar, but early in the morning, usually after a jog around the lake.
So he’s not expecting anything unusual when he asks for a Glenmorangie and gets back not only his drink but also a book.
That’s not so odd, though. Bar (or the Landlord or whoever) has often sent books his way unannounced. So Malcolm just picks up the old leatherbound volume, and looks it over.
The title turns out to be The Night Side of Nature, or Ghosts and Ghost Seers, and Malcolm is about to tell Bar, “Very funny,” when he sees the name of the author and, beside it, a wood-engraved illustration of her.
“Catherine Crowe?” Malcolm whispers. The family resemblance is unmistakable.
“What the hell?”
That sentence hasn’t appeared in quite a while, but that’s not to say Malcolm hasn’t been around. He has. But after a year and a half, his life in Milliways has settled into a comfortable routine, and he’s been keeping an especially low profile. He's still been coming down to the bar, but early in the morning, usually after a jog around the lake.
So he’s not expecting anything unusual when he asks for a Glenmorangie and gets back not only his drink but also a book.
That’s not so odd, though. Bar (or the Landlord or whoever) has often sent books his way unannounced. So Malcolm just picks up the old leatherbound volume, and looks it over.
The title turns out to be The Night Side of Nature, or Ghosts and Ghost Seers, and Malcolm is about to tell Bar, “Very funny,” when he sees the name of the author and, beside it, a wood-engraved illustration of her.
“Catherine Crowe?” Malcolm whispers. The family resemblance is unmistakable.
“What the hell?”