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Last
week
,
Tyler
says
,
he
stopped
the
elevator
and
farted
on
a
whole
cart
of
Boccone
Dolce
for
the
Junior
League
tea
.
That
Tyler
knows
how
a
meringue
will
absorb
odor
.
At
cockroach
level
,
we
can
hear
the
captive
harpist
make
music
as
the
titans
lift
forks
of
butterflied
lamb
chop
,
each
bite
the
size
of
a
whole
pig
,
each
mouth
a
tearing
Stonehenge
of
ivory
.
I
say
,
go
already
.
Tyler
says
,
"
I
ca
n't
.
"
If
the
soup
gets
cold
,
they
'll
send
it
back
.
The
giants
,
they
'll
send
something
back
to
the
kitchen
for
no
reason
at
all
.
They
just
want
to
see
you
run
around
for
their
money
.
A
dinner
like
this
,
these
banquet
parties
,
they
know
the
tip
is
already
included
in
the
bill
so
they
treat
you
like
dirt
.
We
do
n't
really
take
anything
back
to
the
kitchen
.
Move
the
Pommes
Parisienne
and
the
Asperges
Hollandaise
around
the
plate
a
little
,
serve
it
to
someone
else
,
and
all
of
a
sudden
it
's
fine
.
I
say
,
Niagara
Falls
.
The
Nile
River
.
In
school
,
we
all
thought
if
you
put
somebody
's
hand
in
a
bowl
of
warm
water
while
they
slept
,
they
'd
wet
the
bed
.
Tyler
says
,
"
Oh
.
"
Behind
me
,
Tyler
says
,
"
Oh
,
yeah
.
Oh
,
I
'm
doing
it
.
Oh
,
yeah
.
Yes
.
"
Past
half-open
doors
in
the
ballrooms
off
the
service
corridor
swish
gold
and
black
and
red
skirts
as
tall
as
the
gold
velvet
curtain
at
the
Old
Broadway
Theatre
.
Now
and
again
there
are
pairs
of
Cadillac
sedans
in
black
leather
with
shoelaces
where
the
windshields
should
be
.
Above
the
cars
move
a
city
of
office
towers
in
red
cummerbunds
.
