Loser Wins

Loser WinsThe insects warbled at the windows, and on the wall a pale gecko chattered and flicked its tail. It was one of those intimate late-night pauses--we had been drinking alone for two hours and had passed the point of drunken chitchat. Then I said to Strang, to break the silence, "I've lost my spare pair of glasses.""I hadn't noticed," he said. He picked up his drink. "You won't find them.""It's an excuse to go down to Singapore."Strang looked though...