Meal preparation without Randolph seemed unnaturally quiet. For the next three days, he stayed in his quarters until about a half hour before we were to eat. He didn't trust himself, he'd said, and I think the very idea of poisoning someone with his food, whether he'd consciously done it or not, tore him apart faster than I could try to put him back together. While he found solace in his wine all day, I worried about him, but I kept my word and didn't tell Captain Glenn about him. ...