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        Outside o, someone kicks on a motorcycle and revs it unfivingly. his bedroom is badly placed.

        o-Bismol, if sry tylenol. , pulls -s away from .

        t. teady, friendly air-ditioner ling in t room.

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        In ternoon to a    aking over ty. At vivid moments s s into his back. he moved away.

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        s up and goes in to look at e cotton robe sucked up under ;I just t; she says.

        "Did it ;

        "A little."

        sometold     of tree.

        "Do you    to try a glass of milk?"

        "I dont    any milk," surning to lie on . "Sit ;

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        "Daddy," s looking at him.

        "Yes?"

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        "You could find somebody. Youre ;

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        "You dont try."

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        "You could lose some weig;

        "Look, kid, gimme a break." s ;You    some cambric tea?"

        "Youve given up."

        "Not so," ;Katie, go to sleep no big pile of Gucci ;

        Surns her head away.

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        At some point during eac; up?"

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        Bisy dollars in    in case o buy a pal a drink.

        Into a gallery because it must be doists y EVERLASt ed to rouble. Biso resist, bangs one , and s his hand.

        Bloody artists.

        Out o again, o by a man, ts isher friend, Mal.

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        Standing beiful young woman.

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        Bisely seized by a desire to cook for Cie -- eit-Bean Soup or .

        Selling    her windows.

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        al o buy some Mazola -- a case, maybe.

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        "Do you live ; Cie asks.

        "My daugimes. Summers and Cmas." A little tarragon into ter. " you?"

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        "ake?" Cie asks. "Im not rus curious."

        "Anot;

        "ttle vodka. Straig mind."

        Bishop loves women who drink.

        Maybe she smokes!

        "Actually I t stand artists," she says.

        "Like ;

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        "Its supposed to."

        "Yea; s;Im reag like a bozo."

        Ss up and o ter and takes a Lark from his pack.

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        Bis tion rayed, like a bad coh.

        "Old t East; ;ere ready."

        ac bread from the oven.

        "tastes like real cassoulet," she says.

        "ts tail soup mix."    in summer? Its .

        tle of Robert Mondavi table red.

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        "Maybe could omato."

        "No, really." Sears off a fistful of Fren are quite odd. I sa t on Union Square on Saturday? anding in front of a table full of greens and radis, bearing at t-offs and a tank top and every time so grab a cabbage or    ting a s of s, e pretty -- I mean    be?"

        "Moderate amount of fun. Some fun. Not mu I say?"

        "And t plug I live ;

        " about ;

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        "ell."

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        "ould you like to go to bed no;

        "No," Cie says, "not yet."

        Not yet! Very happily, Bishop pours more wine.

        Notle tervals. s a s from ts in tc draped around yle. ie turnilessly on the couch.

        is, ts dole tle nagging, a little lets-go-take-a-look and Biss,    black diablo    ss. . .

        ell,    give s.

        Could c.

        e.

        "Daddy?"

        Still , s up and goes into ther room.

        "I t sleep."

        "Im sorry."

        "talk to me."

        Biss again on the couch. how large she is!

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        Shes asleep.

        Biso t and makes himself a drink.

        Its five-ty. Faint lighe big windows.

        Cies ile, and plans to stay.

        Looking out of times see t ic or o save electricity.
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