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Pretty Mouth and Green my Eyes
Youknowherwhenshegetsalltankedupandrarin’togo.Idon’tknow.Shemayhavejust—"
"YoucalltheEllenbogens?"thegray-hairedmanasked.
"Yeah.They’renothomeyet.Idon’tknow.Christ,I’mnotevensuresheleftwiththem.Iknowonething.Iknowonegoddamthing.I’mthroughbeatingmybrainsout.Imeanit.Ireallymeanitthistime.I’mthrough.Fiveyears.Christ."
"Allright,trytotakeitalittleeasy,now,Arthur,"thegray-hairedmansaid."Inthefirstplace,ifIknowtheEllenbogens,theyprobablyallhoppedinacabandwentdowntotheVillageforacoupleofhours.Allthreeof’em’llprobablybarge—"
"Ihaveafeelingshewenttoworkonsomebastardinthekitchen.Ijusthaveafeeling.Shealwaysstartsneckingsomebastardinthekitchenwhenshegetstankedup.I’mthrough.IsweartoGodImeanitthistime.Fivegoddam-"
"Whereareyounow,Arthur?"thegray-hairedmanasked."Home?"
"Yeah.Home.Homesweethome.Christ."
"Well,justtrytotakeitalittle—Whatareya—drunk,orwhat?"
"Idon’tknow.HowthehelldoIknow?"
"Allright,now,listen.Relax.Justrelax,"thegrayhairedmansaid."YouknowtheEllenbogens,forChrissake.Whatprobablyhappened,theyprobablymissedtheirlasttrain.Allthreeof’em’llprobablybargeinonyouanyminute,fullofwitty,night-club—"
"Theydrovein."
"Howdoyouknow?"
"Theirbaby-sitter.We’vehadsomescintillatinggoddamconversations.We’recloseashell.We’reliketwogoddampeasinapod."
"Allright.Allright.
