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           ThehostputsaflatopenhandagainstthebackofhersilkywhitepartydressthatmatchesherhouseandMadamstraightensup,hershoulderssquared,andisallofasuddenquiet. "Theyareyourguests,"hesays. "Andthispartyisveryimportant." 

           Thislooksinareallyfunnywaylikeaventriloquistbringinghisdummytolife. Madamlooksatherhusband,andwithalittleshovethehosttakeshiswifebackintothediningroom. Thenotedropstothefloorandthetwo-wayswish-swishofthekitchendoorsweepsthenoteagainstTyler’sfeet. 

           Albertsays,"What’sitsay?" 

           Lengoesouttostartclearingthefishcourse. 

           Leslieslidesthetrayofartichokeheartsbackintotheovenandsays, "What’sitsay,already?" 

           TylerlooksrightatLeslieandsays,withoutevenpickingupthenote, "Ihavepassedanamountofurineintoatleastoneofyourmanyelegantfragrances." 

           Albertsmiles. "Youpissedinherperfume?" 

           No,Tylersays. Hejustleftthenotestuckbetweenthebottles. She’sgotaboutahundredbottlessittingonamirrorcounterinherbathroom. 

           Lesliesmiles. "Soyoudidn’t,really?" 

           "No,"Tylersays,"butshedoesn’tknowthat." 

           Thewholerestofthenightinthatwhiteandglassdinnerpartyinthesky,Tylerkeptclearingplatesofcoldartichokes,thencoldvealwithcoldPommesDuchesse, thencoldChoufleuralaPolonaisefrominfrontofthehostess,andTylerkeptfillingherwineglassaboutadozentimes.