Q: What do you think about the Knicks?
A: Been gone for a week.
A: Six foot and a bit.
A: Sometimes a little earlier.
Q: Then she gave you the story.
Q: Which one was this?
A: The show was over, they were moving about the room chatting with the customers.
Q: What?
A: Of course I ordered a drink. I said to the bar?tender, Whats this? He said, Fashion show. Every Fri?day.
Q: What in the name of God is a Rob Roy?
A: I sat at the bar and stared. Discreetly.
Q: Im imagining.
Q: Bikini pants burning at eye level.
A: Some kind of thing they drink in Denver.
A: She said that didnt matter.
A: White merry widows and white teddys and white this and that. It was quite stunning. I couldnt believe it. Two of them were blond, one darkhaired.
A: She was quite circumspect. Asked me what busi?ness I was in. I said I was on a kind of sabbatical.
Q: You walked into the bar.
A: Seemed to me quite okay. Not a luxury hotel by any means, more of an ordinary tourist place.
A: I dont see how you can do this.
A: It came out piecemeal. About the agency thing blowing up in their faces and how they had no place to stay and no money.
A: It would drive me crazy.
A: Dore.
A: Lucky to have what Ive got.
Q: The white lacy Büstenhalter encompassing the golden breasts nudging your arm.
Q: What kind of a hotel? Was it seedy, or was it --
A: In a hotel on Lexington. I dont remember the name of the hotel.
Q: Its not bad. I dont have any special expectations.
A: Were you there?
Q: So you said what?
A: Practice.
A: I said I didnt know what we were going to do for beds.
Q: Theyd finished when you came in.
Q: And you said?
Q: Did you order a drink?
A: The Denver area. Twofrom Denver and one from Fort Lupton, which is nearby.
A: She accepted. She wanted a Rob Roy.
Q: Scarlet fever?
Q: They were from Denver?
Q: Well I can give you some Extra-Strength Tylenol. Thats supposed to be good. You acquired them, maybe thats not the word, in a bar.
Q: Are the women gone?
Q: And she said?
Q: You offered to buy her a drink.
Q: Ever been subject to epilepsy?
A: Which was just off the street. And there were these three women, tall, statuesque even. In a crowd of people. People were sitting at tables and sitting at the bar, and the women were chatting with them. Wearing this marvelous white lingerie. Modeling it. And every?one was being very calm, very cool.
Q: Then what?
Q: A severe headache every day at approximately eleven-thirty.
Q: Not much hair.
A: I said Ihad a lot of room but that the place was kind of bare.
A: No.
A: I had seizures when I was a child. They stopped. I think it was petit mal.
A: One of them came and sat down next to me. There was an empty seat.
A: Kings knee has got me worried.
Q: This bar was where?
Q: Youre not fat. Except for the gut itself. Some few red freckles around the shoulders. One-inch gash in the left lower back, result of falling upon a half-brick in childhood. Slight hemorrhoidal tissue manifested at the flowering of the anus. Wretched-looking toenails.
Q: You too?
Q: Youre how tall?
A: At five oclock in the afternoon. The day was quite beautiful. The light, afternoon light --
