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"Never you ain

"I can only give 'er one," he said

Randall nodded

"Just a lemonade then," he said

He gave Randall his change and he and I sat at an ens on the walls, the old posters, far like it belonged in some museum The bartender put Randll's lemonade and my shandy on the counter and Randall fetched them

Everyone returned to their conversations as if eren't there

"This is fun, huh?" Randall asked

"Yes Everyone seems friendly"

"Most of the pubs are owned by one or the other of the major breweries Ones that are privately owned are called freehouses This one's a freehouse and they usually have a bigger selection of ale Too bad I can't get served, too," he said in a lower voice "Go on Drink yours The beer here is different from America They serve it room temperature instead of cold"

"Really? Why?"

"It's supposed to taste better," he explained

I sat back and studied him a

moment

"Why are you s at me like that?" he asked

"For soet around much, as locked away in music suites, you sure seem , sophisticated"