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Chapter 32

           Sincethen,we’vedoneatriptoCostaRicatogether,too.She’soneofmyfavoritetravelingcompanions,anunflappableandentertainingandsurprisinglyorganizedlittlepixieintightredcrushed-velvetpants.Lindaistheownerofoneoftheworld’smoreintactpsyches,withanincomprehensionfordepressionandaself-esteemthathasneverevenconsideredbeinganythingbuthigh.Shesaidtomeonce,whileregardingherselfinamirror,"Admittedly,Iamnottheonewholooksfantasticineverything,butstillIcannothelplovingmyself."She’sgotthisabilitytoshutmeupwhenIstartfrettingovermetaphysicalquestions,suchas,"Whatisthenatureoftheuniverse?"(Linda’sreply:"Myonlyquestionis:Whyask?")Lindawouldliketosomedaygrowherdreadlockssolongshecouldweavethemintoawire-supportedstructureonthetopofherhead"likeatopiary"andmaybestoreabirdthere.TheBalineselovedLinda.SodidtheCostaRicans.Whenshe’snottakingcareofherpetlizardsandferrets,sheismanagingasoftwaredevelopmentteaminSeattleandmakingmoremoneythananyofus.

           SowefindeachotherthereinVenice,andLindafrownsatourmapofthecity,turnsitupsidedown,locatesourhotel,orientsherselfandannounceswithcharacteristichumility:"Wearethemayorsofthistown’sass."

           Hercheer,heroptimism-theyinnowaymatchthisstinky,slow,sinking,mysterious,silent,weirdcity.Veniceseemslikeawonderfulcityinwhichtodieaslowandalcoholicdeath,ortolosealovedone,ortolosethemurderweaponwithwhichthelovedonewaslostinthefirstplace.

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