But there's no money in it."
"Why can't you do both?"
"I try sometimes, but it's hard to get into it. If I make a good
drawing or painting, then what--I've got to frame it and beg some
gallery owner to sell it for fifty percent of not much? Frig that. It's
not like I'm a frustrated genius."
"Just frustrated," Oliver said.
"Look who's talking. Maybe you ought to forget programming and set up a
cabinet shop."
"Maybe," Oliver said.
"Speaking of frustrated," Mark said, "how are the ladies?"
"Not bad," Oliver said. "I'm in love."
"Oh, no!"
"It's complicated," Oliver said. "Remember Francesca?"
"Big trouble."
"Yeah, I guess. She's still with her husband, but maybe not for long.
He's a jerk."
"A bill-paying jerk."
"He's not right for her."
"And you are?" Mark set his pint on the bar.
"I am--or could be--if she wanted."
"So what are you going to do, put your life on hold?"
"I'm going to work, save some money."
"No indoor sports?"
"Oh, that," Oliver said. "I don't know."
Mark shook his head. "Well, love is one thing, but I'd keep in practice
if I were you."
"Maybe I'll buy a new sweater."
"Now you're talking.
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