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Show 96 feel like I have a high tolerance for this stuff right now, so it would take me a lot to get swacked. Unfortunately." "That sounds desperate and mysterious," she said. "Let me see. Do I have any glasses?" She opened a cupboard over the tiny stainless-steel sink and stepped back to look. Meanwhile Lorin, afraid that if he moved very much he would knock something over, looked for something to sit down on. There was the fold-out couch, of course, but that might be asking for trouble. He walked carefully past it, feeling the floor of the trailer vibrate, and sat on a wooden box next to a card table with a typewriter on it. Cynthia set a jelly-jar glass and a stoneware mug on the table. "Say when," she said, pouring wine into the mug. "That's fine for a start," said Lorin. He had no idea how much was enough. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?" she asked, sitting down on the bed and sipping from the jelly jar. "My, this is very heavy, isn't it?" "Don't call it heavy. Call it robust," said Lorin. "The fact is, I'm in a foul mood and I thought I should victimize somebody besides my roommate." He would let her pull it out of him, he decided. "How fortunate," she said. "I'm in one too. Shall we compare foulnesses?" He did not much like wine, Lorin decided after one or two swallows. "I can outfoul anybody in the room," he said. "I can't begin to match that," she said. "Why don't you go ahead and victimize me." He could tell she was already becoming bored with him. "It's nothing all that special. Just the old story. A girl I used to know. That sort |
