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How do you want to cook this fish? How do you want to cook this fish? Harris asked.What?
Claire heard: How do you want to cook this fish?
Breaded, she said.
Fine, Harris said.
What?
Fine!
We have not slept together for three hundred nights, she thought. We have not slept together for three hundred nights.
His rough, tender hands not ed around me.
Lawnmower. His rough, tender hands ed around the handles of the lawnmower. Not around me.
What?
Where did you hide the bread crumbs?
What?
The bread crumbs!
Behind the Cheerios!
Claire telephoned her mother. Her mothers sel was broccoli, mostly, but who else was she going to talk to?
What?
You have to be optimistic. Be be be. Optimistic.
What?
Optimistic, her mother said, they gh phases. As they get older. They have less toleranonotony.
Im monotony?
They gh phases. As they grow older. They like to think that their futures are ahead of them. This is ludicrous, of course --
Oh oh oh oh.
Ludicrous, of course, but I have never yet met one who didnt think that way until he got played out then they sink into a fortable lassitude take to wearing those horrible old-geezer hats. . .
What?
Hats with the green plastic bills, golf hats or whatever they are --
Harris, Claire said to her husband, youve stopped watering the plants.
What?
Youve stopped watering the plants my mother always said that wheopped watering the plants that was a sure sign of an impending marital breakup.
Your mother reads too much.
What?
Sarah decided that she and Harri<tt></tt>s should not sleep together any longer.
Harris said, What about hugging?
What?
Hugging.
Sarah said that she would have a ruling on hugging in a few days and that he should stand by for further information. She pulled the black lace mantilla down to veil her face as they left the empty church.
I have dohe right thing the right thing. I am right.
Claire came in wearing her brown coat and carrying a large broer bag. Look what I got! she said excitedly.
What? Harris said.
She reached into the bag and pulled out a smeary plastic tray with six frozen shell steaks on it. The steaks looked like they had died in the eentbbr></abbr>h tury.
Six dollars! Claire said. This guy came into the laundromat and said he was making deliveries to restaurants and some of the restaurants already had all the steaks they needed and now he had these left over and they were only six dollars. Six dollars.
You spent six dollars on these?
Other people bought some too.
Diseased, stolen steaks?
He was wearing a white coat, Claire said. He had a truck.
Ill bet he had a truck.
Harris went to see Madam Olympia, a reader and advisor. Her office was one room in a bad part of the city. Chi wings burned in a frying pan oove. She got up and turhem off, then got up and turhem on again. She was wearing a t-shirt that had "Buffalo, City of No Illusions" printed on it.
Tell me about yourself, she said.
My life is hell, Harris said. He sketched the circumstances.
I am bored to tears with this sort of thing, Madam Olympia said. To tears to tears.
Well, Harris said, me too.
Woman wakes up in the middle of the night, Madam Olympia said, she goes, what you thinkin about? You go, the float. She goes, is the float makin us money or not makin us money? You go, it depends on what happens Wednesday. She goes, thats nice. You go, what do you mean, you dont uand dick about the float, woman. She goes, well you dont have to be nasty. You go, Im not being nasty, you just dont uand. She goes, so why dont you tell me? Behind this, endas on both sides.
The float is a secret, Harris said. Many men dont even know about the float.
To tears to tears to tears.
Right, Harr<big>?</big>is said. How much do I owe you?
Fifty dollars.
The unity whispered: Are they still living? How many times a week? What is that symbol on your breast? Did they sent to sign it? Did they refuse to sign it? In the rain? Before the fire? Has there bee loss? Hoounds? What is their favorite color? Have they been audited? Was there a his side of the bed and a her side of the bed? Did she make it herself? we have a taste? Have they stolen money? Have they stolen stamps? he ride a horse? he ride a steer? What is his best time in the <var>.</var>calf scramble? Is there money? Was there money? What happeo the money? What will happen to the money? Did success e early or late? Did success e? A red wig? At the Junior League? A red dress with a red wig? Was she ever a Fauve? Is that a theoretical position or a real position? Would they do it again? Again and again? How many times? A thousand times?
Claire met Sweet Papa Cream Puff, a new person. He was the house pianist at Bells, a club frequented by dissolate women in the early afternoons.
He was a huge man and said that he was a living legend.
What?
Living legend, he said.
I didnt he "Sweet Papa Cream Puff Blues" by that name, he said. It was named by the people of Chicago.
Oh my oh my oh my, Claire said.
This musta been bout eey-owenty-two, he said.
Those was wonderful days.
There was oher man, at that time, who had part of my fame.
Fellow named Red Top, hes dead now.
He was very good, scared me a little bit.
I studied him.
I had two or three situations on the problem.
I worked very hard aed him in eey-three. June of that year.
Wow, Claire said.
Zum, Sweet Papa Cream Puff sang, zum zum zum zum zum.
Six perfect treble notes in the side pocket.
Sarah calls Harris from the i Detroit and floors him with the news of her "miscarriage." Saddened by the loss of the baby, hes heless elated to be free of his "obligation." But when Harris rushes to declare his love for Claire, hes crushed to learn that she is married to Sarah. Hoping against hope that Harris will stay with her, Sarah returns. Harris is hung over from drinking too much the night before when Sarah demands to know if he wants her. Uo decide at first, he yields to Sarahs feigned helplessness and tells her to stay. Later, they share a pleasant di the Riverboat, where Claire is a waiter. Harris is impressed to learn that Sarah refused to join in his mothers plan to dissuade him from being a poli. Claire is embrag Harris before his departure when Sarah ehe office. When Harris is caught shoplifting, Claires kid sister, terrified at having to face a court appearance, signs for his release. Missing Sarah terribly, Harris calls her from New Orleans; wheells him about being chairwoman of Claires new bank, he hangs up angrily. Although theyve separated, his feelings for Claire havent died entirely, and her growing involvement with his new partner, Sarah, is a bitter pill for him to swallow, as he sits alone drinking too much brandy in Sarahs study. Sarah blazes with anger when she finds Claire iels ba office making arras for Harriss testimonial dinner, as Sarah, her right leg in a cast, walks up the steps of the brownstone and punches Claires bell, rage clearly burning in her eyes.
Sarah visited Dr. Whorf, a good psychiatrist.
Cold as death, she said.
What?
Cold as death.
Good behavior is frequently painful, Dr. Whorf said. Shit you know that.
Sarah was surprised to find that what she had told Dr. Whorf was absolutely true. She was fully miserable.
Harris drunk again and yelling at Claire said that he was not drunk.
I feel worse than you feel, she said.
What?
Worse, she said, woooooooorrrssse.
You know what I saw this m? he asked. Eight oclo the m. I was out walking.
Guy es out of this house, wearing a suit, carrying an attaché case.
Hes going to work, right?
He gets about ten steps down the sidewalk and this woman es out. Out of the same house.
She says, "James?"
He turns around and walks back toward her.
Shes wearing a robe. Pink and e.
She says, "James, I. . . hate. . . you."
Maybe its everywhere, Claire said. A pandemic.
I dont think that, Harris said.
This is the filthiest phone booth Ive ever been in, Harris said to Sarah.
What?
The filthiest phone booth I have ever been in.
Hang up darling hang up and find another phone booth thank you for the jewels the pearls and the emeralds and the onyx but I havent ged my mind theyre quite quite beautiful just amazing but I havent ged my mind youre so kind but I have dohe right thing painful as it was and I havent ged my mind --
He remembered her standing over the toothpaste with her face two inches from the toothpaste because she could without her tacts in.
Freud said, Claire said, that in the adult, y always stitutes the dition fasm.
Sweet Papa looked away.
Oh me oh my.
Well you know the gents they dont know what they after they own selves, very often.
When do they find out?
At the eleventh hour let me play you a little thing I wrote in the early part of the tury I call it "Verkl?rte Nacht" that means "stormy weather" in German, I played there in Berlin oh about --
Claire placed her arms around Sweet Papa Cream Puff and hugged the stuffing out of him.
What?
What?
What?
What?
By a lucky stroke Harris made an amount of money in the market. He bought Claire a beautiful black opal. She leased.
He looked to the future.
Claire will tio be wonderful.
As will I, to the best of my ability.
The New York Times will be published every day and I will have to wash it off my hands when I have finished reading it, every day.
What? Claire said.
Smile.
What?
Smile.
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