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Show •280 balance. "Try to understand," I said. "We're not like those people in the TV commercials with two cars and a dog and a front lawn." "You're talking like a child," she said. Her face was exalted with fury and self-righteousness, fanatical and flushed. "You think you're better than anybody else." "I don't think I'm better." "Don't give me that." Her chest heaved and her stomach growled; she punched herself fiercely in the belly to stop it. "All right," I said. "You guessed it-I do think I'm better. But I'm worse in some ways also. Maybe it averages out. " "You are crazy, that's what you are. An egomaniac." She had a fine vocabulary which seemed to improve when she was in a rage. "A perpetual child." "Maybe." "Irresponsible, and a prick too." "Sometimes, yes." "And neurotic. Let me tell you-you think you're a genius but you're only a son of a bitching maniac." She stared at me with her back arched, her red hair in a tangle. "As soon as we get back to L.A. I'm leaving," she said. "This time it's all over." |