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At
my
place
Katherine
opened
her
suitcase
and
took
out
a
pair
of
rubber
gloves
.
She
laughed
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Darlene
-
my
best
friend
-
she
saw
me
packing
and
she
said
,
’
What
the
hell
are
you
doing
?
’
And
I
said
,
I
’
ve
never
seen
Hank
’
s
place
,
but
I
know
that
before
I
can
cook
in
it
and
live
in
it
and
sleep
in
it
I
’
ve
got
to
clean
it
up
!
’
"
Then
Katherine
gave
off
that
happy
Texas
laugh
.
She
went
into
the
bathroom
and
put
on
a
pair
of
bluejeans
and
an
orange
blouse
,
came
out
barefooted
and
went
into
the
kitchen
with
her
rubber
gloves
.
I
went
into
the
bathroom
and
changed
clothes
also
.
I
decided
that
if
Lydia
came
by
I
’
d
never
let
her
touch
Katherine
.
Lydia
?
Where
was
she
?
What
was
she
doing
?
I
sent
up
a
little
prayer
to
the
gods
who
watched
over
me
:
please
keep
Lydia
away
.
Let
her
suck
on
the
horns
of
cowboys
and
dance
until
3
am
-
but
please
keep
her
away
.
.
.
When
I
came
out
Katherine
was
on
her
knees
scrubbing
at
two
years
’
worth
of
grease
on
my
kitchen
floor
.
"
Katherine
,
"
I
said
,
"
let
’
s
go
out
on
the
town
.
Let
’
s
go
have
dinner
.
This
is
no
way
to
begin
.
"
"
All
right
,
Hank
,
but
I
’
ve
got
to
finish
this
floor
first
.
Then
we
’
ll
go
.
"
I
sat
and
waited
.
Then
she
came
out
and
I
was
sitting
in
a
chair
,
waiting
