Tuesday, July 9, 2013

EIGHT DAYS A WEEK: I STABBED ABSENTLY AT A SALADE NICOISE


"Well, there you are!"  A woman appeared from out of nowhere (as if one of the Armani leather jackets had suddenly given birth).  A big-boned Nordic type of the general Liv Ullman ilk.  When she attached herself to Keith's arm like a mosquito to your uncle Elmo's bald spot, it occurred to me that the lady looked enough like Betsy to be her sister.  I suddenly needed a Di-Gel.

The woman smiled in my general direction; one of those wide-open, all-encompassing smiles worn by the kind of woman who smiles at fire hydrants.

. . . I wanted her stripped naked, covered in Karo syrup and tied securely over an anthill.

--p.  254

Chapter 62 of Larry Duplechan's Eight Days A Week (one more to go!):



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