— Wait look there’s somebody over there in, oh wow.
— What? did you…
— Oh wow…
— What? He came up with a sodden wad on the end of the coathanger and stood looking at her spilled toward the sill there under the shade. — Did you…
— Man like his underpants come down and it’s standing up like this poker…
— The, the… what? and the wad dropped back into the water and sank as the coathanger followed.
— Like now he just drops them on it like it’s this big coathook and, wow…
— But… lampshades went down in a heap as he cleared the Morning Telegraphs. — But what… he reached Vol III GRIN-LOC beside her, — who… staring into the dark maw yawned at them across the airshaft, — who…
— Like man I thought by now these chicks that go down were all in the movies you know?
— I, I no I…
— But like I mean what beautiful ass.
— Yes I… he cleared his throat, — it…
— Like how her cheeks hang where they part how high and round, you know? I mean like I have these bulges in here… she brought up a knee to squeeze a full roll of denim — you know? Like I’d give anything for her ass, you know?
— Yes well no I… his hand brushed a closing knee and he cleared his throat, — but I’m sure your…
— I mean like with that ass she could really model you know? Like I was trying this modeling a while when I thought if I could get like on the cover of like Vogue I’d really have it made, I mean like before I got my nose done they always had to shade it in here see? See? Along here?
— Oh, oh yes, yes…
— And photograph me from just this certain angle on account of like shadow, you know?
— I see yes, yes your, but your nose is certainly…
— And then like they’re always telling me my tits were too big for how tall I am, you know?
— Yes but I’m sure they didn’t mean to be uncompli, that just because skinny fashion models were, were in fashion… he was half over on Vol II CRA-GRIM looking abruptly down from the window to the denim gaps straining her white buttons, — because your, you’re certainly well proportioned for…
— I mean like did you just see hers? they’re like just little and round?
— No I, I saw she had long black hair but…
— Like I mean they don’t hang like mine, and these very pointy like clear nipples but mine spread all out like, you know?
— No but, but I’m sure your…
— What are you doing.
— Oh, oh nothing I…
— So like I thought I had this big chance when I got hit in this revolving door of this big office building and I told them I’m this model, okay? So I get enough out of them to like settle so I can go get my nose fixed by, come on what do you think you…
— No no I just, I was just going to say I think you’re… he straightened up, — I think your, your breast…
— Like I mean just don’t fuck around, okay?
— Yes I, I’m sorry, I…
— No come off it, I mean like don’t be sorry man just don’t fuck around.
— Yes well I, I…
— Like I mean I just don’t feel like screwing, okay?
— Well, well yes okay…
— And like you better go back and look at your sink, I mean it’s coming over the side again…
— Oh, yes okay… he slid off the volumes, over the bank of papers to push past lampshades and pull back a sleeve.
— Wow like too much, he just put her… wait man you know who that is over there?
— No I, I didn’t see her face and…
— No come on not the chick man him, he’s the one that night the cops were here he was running around stoned with one shoe on giving them a hard time… She crossed Vol III GRIN-LOC descending, — like he just sat up and put her panties on his head rocking around like he’s pretending he’s some aviator and down he goes in a nosedive, man is this place really dirty… she came on over the Morning Telegraphs to pause behind 36 Boxes 200 2-Ply and flap a hand against her front before she came in to pick up her raincoat and shake it, — like I mean really dirty… she threw it in to the armless sofa, pushing past film cans for the box she’d brought in. — Where… she looked up, ripping it open, — are you back there again?
— Yes I, I forgot to get the mop…
— Well like don’t you want to eat? I mean I got this pizza.
— Yes I, I just wanted to see if she was somebody I…
— Man you must be kidding, I mean look at this.
— What… he plied through lampshades with the mop.
— I mean like what’s all this in the oven.
— Oh that’s mail yes, I put Mister…
— Well like take it out so we can make this pizza okay?
— Yes but, no but the oven doesn’t work, they turned off the…
— Like what do you mean it doesn’t work, I mean when I went out you said you use the oven to…
— No I was going to say the gas is turned off so I just use it to keep Mister Grynszpan’s mail separate I, I didn’t know you meant a frozen pizza why did you…
— Look man I get a frozen pizza so I can slip a couple of records in, okay? So like now what are we going to…
— I don’t know I, I mean there’s no place here to play them but if you…
— Like I just mean eating okay? She was squeezing past cartons along a chipped porcelained edge toward a handle once chromed, — like I’ll put this in the refrigerator till you get your… the door came open to her tug. — Man I don’t believe it. I mean I don’t believe it man.
— Yes well, well that’s where I keep some scores and, and business mail to keep it clean, he said looking up from mopping, — because there’s no other…
— Like it doesn’t work too?
— Yes well, I don’t know but I haven’t had anything else to put in it, he said wringing out the mop as she reached high to shelve the pizza on FLAKES 24–8 Oz Pkgs and squeezed her way back, — but these other things you got…
— Well like turn on the light so we can see them.
— No this bulb burned out but…
— So like bring them in there, and that bag on the floor, it’s got grape drink. Like now where can we put it.
— Yes well just a… he let the things go on the sofa beside her — here’s an opener and, wait… he pulled Moody’s Industrials over between them and sat down on Hoppin’ With Flavor! — there… he reached.
— Like this is mushrooms in oil, what’s that one.
— Well it, it says yeast extract but…
— Wait this is pate of anchovies…
— Don’t cut yourself, I…
— I mean I didn’t see a can opener like this since my grandmother.
— Wait let me…
— What’s that one.
— It says smoked frog legs in cottonseed oil, I don’t think I’ve ever taste…
— Like what’s marinade, lemon pepper marinade.
— I don’t know, I think it’s something you…
— And like napkins, I mean you don’t have any?
— Well no I, there’s an old shirt I use…
— Like these frogs’ legs are weird man.
— Yes I, I wondered why you chose them and these cocktail onions and, and capers…
— Are you kidding? I mean you think I’m going to drop a roast beef in my pocket?
— Oh… he handed over the shirt, reached for a frog leg from the tin she’d placed on Moody’s in a pool of cottonseed oil.
— Like you’ve got these dumb clerks wandering around all over the place you think I’m going to stop and read every fucking label? She caught up the sleeve of the shirt for her lips and the mail slid toward her weight on the sofa. — I mean like you really read these magazines? Textile World, Forest Industries, I mean Supervisory Management like does somebody really read that?