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Show 172 "His wife. Kate." "I don't know her name. Why should I learn the names of any of 'em? He changes 'em every few months. Wife! Like shit that's his wife." "Well, thanks anyhow." "You're sure welcome. Listen, buddy, i f you a_re_ looking for real sculpture, I got a few pieces I could show you. I got this big piece on a special." "What is i t ?" "Whatdya mean, what is it? It's a piece of sculpture. Metal. I weld." "I mean what--is it a horse or something? What does it rep--" "A horse! Jesus Christ, man! No, it's not a horse. It's abstract." "Oh." "Nobody who's anybody sculpts things that look like anything anymore." "Oh. It'd probably be too big for me." "You want a horse though, who am I to say you're wrong? I can do you a horse." "I wouldn't have room for it." I started to back away; he followed. "A horse can be any size, man." "I just ..." "That big piece I was telling you about? On a special low price? I could cut it in two. Or I could cut just a little piece off it. And discount it plenty. You'll never find another bargain like this, man." "Hey, I'm living on the 52-20 Club." "Well shit. What're you wasting my time for?" In a way I wanted to see Mark Wells and whatever girl he was living with, maybe she'd be posing nude and I would sit with a cup of coffee while he worked, making mature conversation, really cool, but on the other hand I felt reluctant. I walked around looking the neighborhood over, and when it came time to decide, |