"A; Simon says.

        "Not too bad," says Veronica.

        "Ill ; Ralps a ten on the bar.

        "Me too," says Veronica.

        "Ill go along," Simon says.

        "You tting it on, or ; Ralph asks.

        "Just acquaintances," Veronica says. "Mere ac?quaintances."

        "Dont look like mere acquaintao me," Ralp;I    sort of toward eac;

        "ttle muddy," Simon says. t;Into t;.

        "You mean ceptually?" Veronica asks.

        "I mean t;

        "I dont care," Ralp;If you tting it on. Im just an old friend. If you tting it on, Im    my type, actually. I love    s my type. e spent t to?get ears. You remember?"

        "Dont remind me. I remember."

        "t; Ralp;Denvers fi."

        "Y very ; Veronica says.

        "I alry very    t me. But you just sat t, all nig I said to myself, Ralp is tactic? Is ts a tactic, ive? I couldnt see an objective. So I decided it ;

        "It ;

        "So I said to myself, o deal ?"

        "Booze we already ;

        "Stuff a cold, starve a fever," Ralp;I decided ty-t;

        "I    busted up ;

        "So ting tearing up ty-t four oclo tells me I lessly pedestrian mind. Remember t?"

        "I guess I ;

        "I    una," Ralp;    me, at time. No."

        "I oo drunk to be as sensitive as I am ; she says.

        "You ty un am I doing in tel room ;

        "I    of you t    of you as kind of a friend."

        "I just boug; Ralp;People end to buy cars t are gold in color."

        "No; Veronica says. "Stop it."

        "Back to Denver," Ralp;Denver and my gold Mazda."

        "t; Simon says. "t;

        IN t dream ed .45 randomly i. ten t ting on a lounge in a el lobby s and s bare-ced. "Ive got to find a s," . tment, o find a s. People ment and    banging into cymbals on stands placed    find a s.    of a closet and asked o be a little quieter.

        A sober versation ;tim asked Dore to e to ; s;. to begin o be tary."

        "Its got crasten all over it."

        "S."

        "Like being vice-president of a bag of pop."

        "I kno; Anne says, sig;God I e being a secretary. I did it for telling you o do."

        "If you could do ed --"

        "Id like to be an indepe oil operator. t of t y guys. Great s."

        "ell," Simon says, "ts a skill too. You o kno;

        "I er of geology."

        "Maybe law sc;

        "terrible."

        "You dont kno for a fact."

        "Im a total failure."

        "Begin."

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        Some days ties. Eay given point    t a t a fourty-nine possibilities before h expired.

        t to s, and approved, in general, of togetory, eics, building codes. Let t. Veronica liked garage apartments. Per?tend t a black bean soup t tenuator capable of turn?ing crackers into lisping Brits, and end up    in Paris on té. Young men iff pricks and smelled good, by and large, almost as good as babies. Youtacks. Simon ted ted.

        Sara;Do you know w s; so her.

        "?"

        "Fallen in love."

        Simon is astonis;it;

        "t;

        "Good God ts terrible."

        "S nig;

        "O;

        "talk to ;

        "ould s to talk to me about t;

        "I guess not. S srying to get a;

        "I uand t. I uood t a long time ago."

        "Doter."

        "Simple statement of fact. People get too mucy goes a;

        "Yeater butt out. Not t youve o do ely."

        "ell. Do you ;

        "Daddy youve been aski since I een."

        "Its a reflex. Listen, Sara be better if I didnt kno it?"

        "I ts you to kno it. t it."

        "Is ;

        " of love. More t;

        ;Keep me posted," he says.

        "I dropped ays of Being, t."

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        "It ured into ie, mostly."

        Veronicas trampoline is leaning against t it to see ion bounces a good t. Dore is painting er-egg glazes. Anne is tening to cut off ands poised, a o interfere. "Anybody messes s t; Simon senses u.

        A terrible aking a Scotccelevision. Veronica is out someen-ty Anne es into trips, as into bed h him.

        "Im c; she says.

        urns omaco stroke ly. A very sculptural , narrohe hipbones flaring.

        o go back to    the doorway.

        "Are you all tired?" she asks.

        "Probably." Dore climbs into ts, retaining tank top yle of t. Sakes    tfully.

        "Im sad and depressed," s;I feel useless. All I do is sit around and cV."

        " do you    to do?"

        "Somet I dont kno;

        "Lot of people in tion," Simon says.

        "I dont    to be a la    to be a     to be a musi.    does t leave?"

        "Be bad. Imagine somet;

        "Like ;

        "I o tell you o imagine?"

        S ;tter?"

        "d you say?"

        "or. tend to be crude."

        ruggles around to kiss t;terrible nig;

        ";

        "You guys arent solving your problems. I t ;    over o ttocks. ttercups and butterflies and flying buttresses and butts of malm?sey.

        "Veronica ; she says, ing up for air.

        " kind of a ras;

        "Dark red. Looks like a ain."

        "?"

        "Youll see."

        Saliva is running dohusi?asm.

        Veronica ; is taking place ; shunder.

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        Pity is bee a trade, and generosity a sce, t me rich by ...

        But ts a little , t ting s tion. to be    very good.

        SIMON t Paradise. On t to t see    make it to Paradise? Seems unfair. Great deal of marble about, ices, serra-cotta; Paradise seems to one. Sce    a o cremate o t into spa a rocket, solving t Laure, for omb sculp?ture.

        Paradise unearned. It , in t ate or dition vis?ited upon igues for most of t o day, sometimes carrying drunken rades back to t nigside Stuttgart, in a firemans lift.    in meaningless maneuvers     ly, ed, t. Simon read Stars & Stripes and very good mystery novels by Joried to find buildings by Karl Friedric been lost o to listen to them.

        "Ive y-six years practi standing up. I    do it," Anne says.

        S pants er and medium-gray Reeboks. Sequila and serribly drunk.

        "I    to tell you somet;

        "?"

        "You t;

        " makes you t?"

        "Your attitude."

        Simons been reading Audubon A, "Arizona Dam Project Faew C;

        "s my attitude?"

        "I see fatigue and disgust."

        "Sie, ts not true."

        "Dont call me sie."

        "Anne," ;you    to sit do;

        "You t brig;

        "Youre as brig."

        "You titude of disdain. Sticks out all over you."

        "Just not so."

        "Veronica t us out."

        "No. Untrue."

        "S;

        "ts ure of Paradise."

        " is it?"

        "Knoll, basically." co you see t all to --"

        "t; son?is.

        "Some angels ; ured.

        ";

        " makes you teral sense?"

        "Ive al;

        "Artists like symmetry."

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        "You    get a lot aplisra. I sa t;

        "But itd be like ." . s are bare. "If Id spent t of time    my mind as I    my c, Id be ; s;I mean sieen."

        "Old ;

        "Dont be so snotty. e ;

        "e sexy. tit;

        "You ts ;

        "Could be."

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