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"
What
the
hell
do
you
want
?
"
I
asked
him
.
"
You
got
any
empty
bottles
?
"
he
asked
me
.
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
have
any
empty
bottles
,
"
I
told
him
.
He
walked
out
of
the
bedroom
,
into
the
front
room
,
out
the
front
door
and
was
gone
.
"
God
,
"
said
Lydia
,
"
I
thought
the
front
door
was
locked
.
That
was
Bonnie
’
s
little
boy
.
"
Lydia
got
up
and
locked
the
front
door
.
She
came
back
and
stretched
out
.
It
was
about
4
pm
on
a
Saturday
afternoon
.
I
ducked
back
down
.
Lydia
liked
parties
.
And
Harry
was
a
party
-
giver
.
So
we
were
on
our
way
to
Harry
Ascot
’
s
.
Harry
was
the
editor
of
Retort
,
a
little
magazine
.
His
wife
wore
long
see
-
through
dresses
,
showed
her
panties
to
the
men
,
and
went
barefoot
.
"
The
first
thing
I
liked
about
you
,
"
said
Lydia
,
"
was
that
you
didn
’
t
have
a
t
.
v
.
in
your
place
.
My
ex
-
husband
looked
at
t
.
v
.
every
night
and
all
through
the
weekend
.
We
even
had
to
arrange
our
lovemaking
to
fit
the
t
.
v
.
schedule
.
"
"
Umm
.
.
.
"
