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Chapter 93

           Irememberedtheolddays,livingononecandybaraday,sendingouthand-printedstoriestoAtlanticMonthlyandHarper’s.AllIthoughtaboutwasfood.Ifthebodydidn’teat,themindstarvedtoo.ButIhadbeeneatingdamnedgood,forachange,anddrinkingdamnedgoodwine.ThatmeantthatwhatIwasthinkingwasprobablythetruth.Everybodyimaginedthemselvesspecial,privileged,exempt.Evenanuglyoldcronewateringageraniumonherfrontporch.IhadimaginedmyselfspecialbecauseIhadcomeoutofthefactoriesattheageof5oandbecomeapoet.Hotshit.SoIpissedoneverybodyjustlikethosebossesandmanagershadpissedonmewhenIwashelpless.Itcametothesamething.Iwasadrunkenspoiledrottenfuckerwithaveryminorminorfame.

           Myanalysisdidn’tcuretheburn.

           Thephonerang.ItwasSara.

           "Yousaidyou’dphone.Whathappened?"

           "Shewasn’tin."

           "Notin?"

           "She’sincourt."

           "Whatareyougoingtodo?"

           "I’mgoingtowait.Andtellher."

           "Allright."

           "Ishouldn’thavelaidallthisshitonyou."

           "It’sallright."

           "Iwanttoseeyouagain."

           "When?Afterthebellydancer?"

           "Well,yes."

           "Thanksbutnothanks."

           "I’llphoneyou..."

           "Allright.I’llgetyourdiaperslaunderedandreadyforyou."

           Isippedonthewineandwaited.3o’clock,4o’clock,5o’clock.FinallyIrememberedtoputmyclotheson.IwassittingwithadrinkinmyhandwhenDebra’scarpulledupinfrontofthehouse.Iwaited.Sheopenedthedoor.Shehadabagofgroceries.Shelookedverygood

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