Chapter 46

           Itwasnoonthenextdaywhenthephonerang.ItwasLydiaagain.

           "Well,didshecomebackwiththechampagne?"

           "Who?"

           "Yourwhore."

           "Yes,shecameback..."

           "Thenwhathappened?"

           "Wedrankthechampagne.Itwasgoodstuff."

           "Thenwhathappened?"

           "Well,youknow,shit..."

           Iheardalonginsanewaillikeawolverineshotinthearcticsnowandlefttobleedanddiealone...

           Shehungup.

           IsleptmostoftheafternoonandthatnightIdroveouttotheharnessraces.

           Ilost$32,gotintotheVolksanddroveback.Iparked,walkedupontheporchandputthekeyintothedoor.Allthelightswereon.Ilookedaround.Drawerswererippedoutandoverturnedonthefloor,thebedcoverswereonthefloor.Allmybooksweremissingfromthebookcase,includingthebooksIhadwritten,20orso.Andmytypewriterwasgoneandmytoasterwasgoneandmyradiowasgoneandmypaintingsweregone.

           Lydia,Ithought.

           Allshe’dleftmewasmyt.v.becausesheknewIneverlookedatit.

           IwalkedoutsideandtherewasLydia’scar,butshewasn’tinit."Lydia,"Isaid."Hey,baby!"

           IwalkedupanddownthestreetandthenIsawherfeet,bothofthem,stickingoutfrombehindasmalltreeupagainstanapartmenthousewall.Iwalkeduptothetreeandsaid,"Look,whatthehell’sthematterwithyou?"

           Lydiajuststoodthere.Shehadtwoshoppingbagsfullofmybooksandaportfolioofmypaintings.

           "Look,I’vegottohavemybooksandpaintingsback.Theybelongtome."

           Lydiacameoutfrombehindthetree-screaming.

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