Q: Youre how tall?
A: Six foot and a bit.
Q: Not much hair.
A: Lucky to have what Ive got.
Q: Youre not fat. Except for the gut itself. Some few red freckles around the shoulders. One-inch gash in the left lower back, result of falling upon a half-brick in childhood. Slight hemorrhoidal tissue manifested at the flowering of the anus. Wretched-looking toenails.
A: I dont see how you can do this.
Q: What?
A: Practice.
Q: Its not bad. I dont have any special expectations.
A: It would drive me crazy.
Q: Ever been subject to epilepsy?
A: I had seizures when I was a child. They stopped. I think it was petit mal.
Q: Scarlet fever?
A: No.
Q: A severe headache every day at approximately eleven-thirty.
A: Sometimes a little earlier.
Q: What do you think about the Knicks?
A: Kings knee has got me worried.
Q: Are the women gone?
A: Been gone for a week.
Q: Well I can give you some Extra-Strength Tylenol. Thats supposed to be good. You acquired them, maybe thats not the word, in a bar.
A: At five oclock in the afternoon. The day was quite beautiful. The light, afternoon light --
Q: This bar was where?
A: In a hotel on Lexington. I dont remember the name of the hotel.
Q: What kind of a hotel? Was it seedy, or was it --
A: Seemed to me quite okay. Not a luxury hotel by any means, more of an ordinary tourist place.
Q: You walked into the bar.
A: Which was just off the street. And there were these three women, tall, statuesque even. In a crowd of people. People were sitting at tables and sitting at the bar, and the women were chatting with them. Wearing this marvelous white lingerie. Modeling it. And every?one was being very calm, very cool.
Q: You too?
A: I sat at the bar and stared. Discreetly.
Q: Did you order a drink?
A: Of course I ordered a drink. I said to the bar?tender, Whats this? He said, Fashion show. Every Fri?day.
Q: Theyd finished when you came in.
A: The show was over, they were moving about the room chatting with the customers.
Q: Bikini pants burning at eye level.
A: Were you there?
Q: Im imagining.
A: White merry widows and white teddys and white this and that. It was quite stunning. I couldnt believe it. Two of them were blond, one darkhaired.
Q: Then what?
A: One of them came and sat down next to me. There was an empty seat.
Q: You offered to buy her a drink.
A: She accepted. She wanted a Rob Roy.
Q: What in the name of God is a Rob Roy?
A: Some kind of thing they drink in Denver.
Q: They were from Denver?
A: The Denver area. Two from Denver and one from Fort Lupton, which is nearby.
Q: The white lacy Bustenhalter encompassing the golden breasts nudging your arm.
A: She was quite circumspect. Asked me what busi?ness I was in. I said I was on a kind of sabbatical.
Q: Which one was this?
A: Dore.
Q: Then she gave you the story.
A: It came out piecemeal. About the agency thing blowing up in their faces and how they had no place to stay and no money.
Q: So you said what?
A: I said I had a lot of room but that the place was kind of bare.
Q: And she said?
A: She said that didnt matter.
Q: And you said?
A: I said I didnt know what we were going to do for beds.