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Albert
says
,
"
What
's
it
say
?
"
Len
goes
out
to
start
clearing
the
fish
course
.
Leslie
slides
the
tray
of
artichoke
hearts
back
into
the
oven
and
says
,
"
What
's
it
say
,
already
?
"
Tyler
looks
right
at
Leslie
and
says
,
without
even
picking
up
the
note
,
"
I
have
passed
an
amount
of
urine
into
at
least
one
of
your
many
elegant
fragrances
.
"
Albert
smiles
.
"
You
pissed
in
her
perfume
?
"
No
,
Tyler
says
.
He
just
left
the
note
stuck
between
the
bottles
.
She
's
got
about
a
hundred
bottles
sitting
on
a
mirror
counter
in
her
bathroom
.
Leslie
smiles
.
"
So
you
did
n't
,
really
?
"
"
No
,
"
Tyler
says
,
"
but
she
does
n't
know
that
.
"
The
whole
rest
of
the
night
in
that
white
and
glass
dinner
party
in
the
sky
,
Tyler
kept
clearing
plates
of
cold
artichokes
,
then
cold
veal
with
cold
Pommes
Duchesse
,
then
cold
Choufleur
a
la
Polonaise
from
in
front
of
the
hostess
,
and
Tyler
kept
filling
her
wine
glass
about
a
dozen
times
.
Madam
sat
watching
each
of
her
women
guests
eat
the
food
,
until
between
clearing
the
sorbet
dishes
and
serving
the
apricot
gateau
,
Madam
's
place
at
the
head
of
the
table
was
all
of
a
sudden
empty
.
