I knew I went too far... told Luke too much. The wine had relaxed me and sitting with him outside our usual parameters lulled me into a false sense of security. I saw his expression and even though he passed off what I revealed as no big deal, Luke saw the real story within the story. Starvation, loyalty, refusing to give up-it was all there. I hadn't thought about Mickey the dog in years-only a figment of my imagination but a key piece to who I was.

I didn't feel well. Luke ...