"
"What does she look like?"
"Nice looking. Nothing unusual. My size. Great body." Oliver thought.
"I guess what's unusual about her is how _connected_ she is. I mean,
her body is in her face. She walks the way she feels. She's all one
piece."
"_It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that zing. _" Mark said.
"Ellington."
"Hmmm," Oliver said.
"If it's inappropriate--whatever that means--and you go ahead with it,
you suffer. If you don't go ahead with it, you suffer anyway. You're
fucked, man."
"Swell," Oliver said.
"Could be worse," Mark said.
"How?"
"You could be a zombie executive in suburbia."
"North Yarmouth is close," Oliver said. "Speaking of which--are you
coming to the housewarming?"
"Saturday, right?"
"Yeah--middle of the day, anytime. Bring a friend."
"Friend? You think _you_ got problems? Later, man." Mark rushed off.
Suffer? Was it the male condition? I guess women suffer, too, Oliver
thought. The human condition, then? He resisted this. Why _should_ we
suffer? The "we" he had in mind, he realized, was mostly Suzanne. Jacky
was in there somewhere, and Francesca, higher and in the distance.
Jennifer wasn't there.
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