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Show -238 odd corners of this house to keep us going for years." "I'm tired of vegetables and rice and beans. I want some red meat. You coming or not?" She insisted on driving, and whipped us irritably through the afternoon traffic. "Take it easy," I said. "We're not late for anything. You're going at it like a New York cabdriver. Give the other people a break." "What was so good about New York?" She put two wheels in the gutter to pass a slow truck on the right. "Do you wish you were back there now with Fancy? Was she a better lay than I am?" "I didn't say anything about Fancy. Look out for that bicycle! What are you mad about?" "That's a stupid name for a girl anyway." An old woman at a crosswalk looked as if she was thinking of stepping off the curb; Fancy honked the horn and the old woman drew back her foot and waved her fist at us. I tried to relax. "That other one was a country girl too, your first wife. Do you have a thing for rednecks? Why'd you pick me, then?" "What is all this?" I said. She turned abruptly left into the Fred Meyers parking lot without making a signal, under the nose of a United Parcel truck. A clerk pushing a string of shopping carts |