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Show 12 said. She should never have married a jock, anyway. She reminded herself she had loved only two men in her l i f e and neither of them would ever do her any good. Joe dropped off the Indians at a bar, then drove to the Shang-Hai for Chinese food. Vanda heaved her bulky stomach into the narrow booth, noticing that Mr. Gnicht had to use the same technique. Joe laughed, watching both of them as he s l id in next to her. "Remember when we were kids and I called you 'Giovanni'?" she asked, hoping to take his mind off her grotesque figure. He broke into a smile. "Italiano," he said. "In Deutsch, Josef." "Talk English, would you?" Joe looked away with a dreamy smile on his face. He had already swilled down three whiskey sours, not to mention the four beers on the porch swing. "You're a l l gonna be too drunk to drive home," Vanda announced. "You worry too much," Joe said. "Drink up, everybody." Vanda sipped at her screwdriver (vodka e succo d'arancio), hating i t s bitterness, wondering i f i t would pickle her baby's brain. "I should drink acqua gassata," she said. "Soda water, huh, Angela?" "You need lesson in saying I t a l i a n , " Angela said. "Well, look who my teacher i s . " Mr. Gnicht and Joe laughed and took another drink, but Angela looked at Vanda for a long time. J o e ' s head began wobbling and his eyes drifted closed. Vanda ate |