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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 36 found Escobar in the den looking relaxed on the sofa with no shirt and no trousers, watching television. "What are you doing?" Casabon asked. "Drinking beer," Escobar said, and offered him a cold one. "You want?" Casabon accepted reluctantly and sat down beside his friend, already grown accustomed to the melange of filth. "Whatcha watchin?" he asked. "Football," Escobar said. Casabon grunted. "Who's winning?" "Tie. Fourteen all. Three and a half minutes left in the third quarter. Second down. Watch this Number Twenty-Three, boy. Hell of a game, hell of a game." "How 'bout another beer," Casabon said. The others arrived just as the fourth quarter was starting. "Casabon," they cried, "we thought you were coming straightaway. We thought-what are you doing?" "Beer," Escobar said. "Football," Casabon said. The men granted "We thought you might be at work and that's why you weren't with us," Todd Rhett said to Escobar. "No," Escobar said. "I don't go to work no more. I don't like it." "What did your wife say?" Escobar shrugged. "She hasn't come home to find out. I don't think she cares." "So," Casabon said, "all you do is lay around in your boxer shorts and drink beer and watch football?" |