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Show 286 they do smell like that. Probably not, huh? When you were a little kid did you ever put flowers in a bottle of water and cap the bottle and leave it like that for a long time to make medicine? That's what I thought it smelled like, when you open the bottle later and hold it to your nose. I threw up in the parking lot and then went home and drank a whole pint of gin. And I'm strictly a two-drink girl. Past that I get silly and can't concentrate on what I'm going. I love you, Buck." "What?" "I'm going to hang up now. But I love you. Have ever since that time in the back seat of your car. Isn't that a son of a bitch? Good-bye Buck." "Wait a minute," I said. But she was already gone from the line. I don't know what I could have said if she'd waited. That I loved her too, maybe. It's an odd but wonderful thing to receive a declaration of love dated twenty years ago. I went to the window and studied the brilliant sky. It was a perfect acid blue, a deeper color even than it had been this morning, so blue it looked actually dangerous, as if by insisting on being so nearly perfect it was about to push itself over the edge into catastrophe. What I mean is that for all its beauty it was a threatening, tragic sky. After dinner Morgan washed the dishes; while I dried |
