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Show Motherlunge a novel 102 16. Four Months On Fast-Forward The next few months in the big city passed with an unnerving, steroidal speed. I shall narrate. Eli met me at the airport the day I got back from Supernal; he had borrowed Pavia's car to come get me. "How come you're here?" I demanded. He was waiting for me next to a life-size cutout of an Italian papa. Papa was welcoming us to the big city and in particular, to \ Little Italy's many fine restaurants for every budget, and Eli was mirroring him unconsciously, his arms wide open to me, unafraid of new and expanded business. Eli's ears were still red from the cold and his hair curled a bit over them, and he was taller than Papa and so real, and so plainly beautiful, that I was startled. Further, I was slightly offended to feel so quickly disarmed, disqualified, pinned to the mat. I'd been angry with Eli. "Aren't you too hungover to be here?" I handed him my shoulder bag, which was very heavy. "Not too much to be here," Eli said, and kissed me. |
