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July 10, 2008
Vin-Yet
A sudden storm. I duck into an old tavern, with walls of ancient bead-board and yellowed pressed tin. The plank ceiling looks like the deck of a ship. Disoriented by looking up, I’m briefly hanging by my feet from a spar.
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This dreary Sunday afternoon (my favorite kind), the narrow dining room is empty but for two girls getting tipsy by the window. The silver arc of a car parked out the window unites them in dialogue. The brunette says: “It was raw on the outside and black inside. I mean, raw inside and black outside.” Giddy confusion and gales of laughter. The blonde, though, does most of the talking, twisting up her hair when the check comes. Apparently they’ve complimented the waiter’s flamingo-pink tee shirt, for I overhear him call over his shoulder, as he glides by with their money: “I bought it in 1993, and wear it only one day a year. That would be today. Girls, I’ve gotten so fat, I'm like Elizabeth Taylor squeezed into a dress.”

Posted by Jane on July 10, 2008 8:29 PM
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Char-Ming!
Posted by: Claudia Cassel at August 8, 2008 12:23 PM


