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Tyler
says
,
"
Cool
.
"
And
Albert
stinks
.
Leslie
says
,
"
Albert
,
honey
,
you
stink
.
"
There
's
no
way
you
could
come
out
of
that
bathroom
not
stinking
,
Albert
says
.
Every
bottle
of
perfume
is
broken
on
the
floor
and
the
toilet
is
piled
full
of
the
other
bottles
.
They
look
like
ice
,
Albert
says
,
like
at
the
fanciest
hotel
parties
where
we
have
to
fill
the
urinals
with
crushed
ice
.
The
bathroom
stinks
and
the
floor
is
gritty
with
slivers
of
ice
that
wo
n't
melt
,
and
when
Albert
helps
Madam
to
her
feet
,
her
white
dress
wet
with
yellow
stains
,
Madam
swings
the
broken
bottle
at
the
host
,
slips
in
the
perfume
and
broken
glass
,
and
lands
on
her
palms
.
She
's
crying
and
bleeding
,
curled
against
the
toilet
.
Oh
,
and
it
stings
,
she
says
.
"
Oh
,
Walter
,
it
stings
.
It
's
stinging
,
"
Madam
says
.
The
perfume
,
all
those
dead
whales
in
the
cuts
in
her
hands
,
it
stings
.
The
host
pulls
Madam
to
her
feet
against
him
,
Madam
holding
her
hands
up
as
if
she
were
praying
but
with
her
hands
an
inch
apart
and
blood
running
down
the
palms
,
down
the
wrists
,
across
a
diamond
bracelet
,
and
to
her
elbows
where
it
drips
.
And
the
host
,
he
says
,
"
It
will
be
alright
,
Nina
.
"
"
My
hands
,
Walter
,
"
Madam
says
.
"
It
will
be
alright
.
"
Madam
says
,
"
Who
would
do
this
to
me
?
Who
could
hate
me
this
much
?
"
