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Show 219 camel got its hump. I offered a translation: Now, the sexual life of a camel Is more than anyone thinks, For when the camel is obsessed and tumescent He makes a bee-line for the Sphinx. But the Sphinx's posterior orifice Is blocked by the sands of the Nile, Which accounts for the hump on the camel And the Spinx's inscrutible smile/. While Kate was laughing I winked at her; she winked back, smiling into my eyes, penetrating. "Doesn't Escalante seem a hundred years ago?" "Yeah. Remember that time you had a flat on your bike and I fixed it?" She nodded. "And you got your start as a famous actor? And that big deal out by my brother's place when Pat came tearing after us in his car? What kids we were." "Where is Pat now?" "In Grand Junction. I' hear he's quietly married and raising a family." "Pat quietly married? Can people change that much?" "Don't we all? Hey, remember that time you asked me to go horseback riding with you? You were riding that beautiful black stallion." I nodded. "You said we'd go riding and we never did." "Well, let's go sometime. We'll have another chance; let's go sometime." "I'd like to." We both knew we wouldn't; some things end forever. The next day she was back posing for Aaron Miles and, after he finished the thing, one Saturday afternoon we all were invited to see it. When Ben and I got to the girls' apartment, John Tobin was there. He wore tweeds and smoked a pipe so that I stiffened against him, but he had calm, mild, sad eyes which made me sort of like him. He also had a car so that we didn't have to walk over. |