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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 155 of 307 "Night." "I was close." "So you're like what? Professional-Beat-poet-geek?" "I teach literature." "The Beats said that the professors would destroy poetry," She laughed. "Look what happened. Now all we have are movies and reality T.V.," I picked up a french fry. "But we still have french fries." "And catchup." Rhythm blurted in. "We still hav^e catchup." I was trying to be ironic and Rhythm was just telling the truth. "Where do you teach?" "A little community college in Utah. Snow College. It's in a small town you wouldn't have ever heard of called Ephraim." An "Oh, you're one of them" look crossed her face. Was this the thin ice that Nephi would sink through? Yes, I hardly knew her but there was that something here and it wasn't the seal shirt. Was she forcing herself to laugh at my jokes? Was she just being polite when she said, "We're all hungry" and invited me to Joe's? No, she wanted to get to know me, and when I saw that them look in her eyes, I thought Oh Thou Church That Shall Not Be Named, your seagulls have come home to roost right in my hair and cover me with doollywhup. This is the smugness of the One True Church That Shall Not Be Named. Oh followers of Brig and |
