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Show 167 minute - I've got a woman here, vacuuming!" And he clamped his hand over the mouthpiece and Hunt could hear mute additional barking going on. "Where are you?" Suskind asked when Hunt repeated who it was that was making the call. "I'm here. I'm right here," Hunt said. "Pal - my friend - here. Where's here?" "Here. Right here. I flew in for the show." "We've got a great Reuben Garrison!" Suskind told him. "Great. Looks absolutely like a winner." Hunt wondered whether Suskind had even heard. "I'm in the city," he said. "I'm here in New York." "This Reuben Garrison - top modeling agency -- I'm telling you: He i_s_ the guy who painted those paintings! Hundred to one, we sell sixteen out of sixteen. I'm talking tonight." "That's great," Hunt said. "You're here?" Suskind asked. "Manhattan?" "I'm at The Americana," Hunt said. "How about lunch?" "I told this guy - this Reuben Garrison guy that I'd take lunch with him. Hit the details for tonight's opening." Hunt asked whether he might be included. Suskind resisted: "Well . . ." then agreed: "What are you doing here?" he asked Hunt; "Visiting someone?" Hunt thought he'd made himself clear: "I came in for my show," he underlined. "I flew in for tonight. For the opening, at the Karpus, of my show." Suskind paused. He seemed reflecting about it. "Well, I guess that's right," he said finally. "I guess that is a way of looking at it." |