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Show Cardboard Sky-8 if I ever want to come to Kansas. Harrison took me to luch in the Fish Grotto and introduced me to one of his current secretaries. She was fitting her mouth around a bun filled with creamy fish; a spot of tartar sauce had fallen on her leather vest. "What's the story?" I said. "What's that?" Harrison said. "Not so loud." "No, I mean what's the story?" I said. "For God's sake what's wrong with you?" Harrison said. I talked only to the girl. "Harrison and I went to Kenyon together and he feels responsible for me. Did you know that Tony Bill went to Notre Dame? He majored in English Literature and he can tell a story if it bites him in the ass." "For the love of Pete," Harrison said. "Because he feels the pain," I told her. "Eat something," Harrison said. "If a producer and a half reads a script and a half in a day and a half," I asked her, "how many scripts can a producer read in seven days?" "I remember you now," she said. "I didn't at first because it's so dark in here." "The answer is none," I said. "It's a trick question. Producers can't read." If I ever went to Kansas I could dress in an inconspicuous coat and follow Emily and Chester around the streets of Lawrence. |