I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels but we were as one. Wed all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so wed all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.