"Put in your own water," he said. "There's just one more shot."
"Got any more?" Nick asked.
"There's plenty more but dad only likes me to drink what's open."
"Sure," said Nick.
"He says opening bottles is what makes drunkards," Bill explained.
"That's right," said Nick. He was impressed. He had never thought of that before. He had always thought it was solitary drinking that made drunkards.
"How is your dad?" he asked respectfully.
"He's all right," Bill said. "He gets a little wild sometimes."
"He's a swell guy," Nick said. He poured water into his glass out of the pitcher. It mixed slowly with the whisky. There was more whisky than water.
"You bet your life he is," Bill said.
"My old man's all right," Nick said.
"You're damn right he is," said Bill.
"He claims he's never taken a drink in his life," Nick said, as though announcing a scientific fact.
"Well, he's a doctor. My old man's a painter. That's different."
"He's missed a lot," Nick said sadly.
