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"
I
hate
parties
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
ll
do
the
inviting
,
"
said
Sammy
.
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
,
and
I
invited
Lydia
.
The
night
of
the
party
Sammy
arrived
with
the
sheets
already
collated
.
He
was
a
nervous
sort
with
a
head
-
tic
and
he
hadn
’
t
been
able
to
wait
to
see
his
own
poems
in
print
.
He
had
collated
The
Laxative
Approach
all
by
himself
,
and
then
stapled
the
covers
on
.
Kenneth
Mulloch
was
not
to
be
found
-
he
probably
was
either
in
jail
or
had
been
committed
.
People
arrived
.
I
knew
very
few
of
them
.
I
walked
to
my
landlady
’
s
in
the
back
court
.
She
came
to
the
door
.
"
I
’
m
having
a
big
party
,
Mrs
.
O
’
Keefe
.
I
want
you
and
your
husband
to
come
.
Plenty
of
beer
,
pretzels
and
chips
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
,
no
!
"
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
"
I
’
ve
seen
the
people
going
in
there
!
Those
beards
and
all
that
hair
and
those
raggedy
-
ass
clothes
!
Bracelets
and
beads
.
.
.
they
look
like
a
bunch
of
communists
!
How
can
you
stand
people
like
that
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
stand
those
people
either
,
Mrs
.
O
’
Keefe
.
We
just
drink
beer
and
talk
.
It
doesn
’
t
mean
anything
.
"
