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"
Hemingway
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Too
grim
,
too
serious
.
A
good
writer
,
fine
sentences
.
But
for
him
,
life
was
always
total
war
.
He
never
let
go
,
he
never
danced
.
"
They
folded
up
their
notebooks
and
vanished
.
Too
bad
.
I
had
meant
to
tell
them
that
my
real
influences
were
Gable
,
Cagney
,
Bogart
and
Errol
Flynn
.
Next
thing
I
knew
I
was
sitting
with
three
handsome
women
,
Sara
,
Cassie
,
and
Debra
.
Sara
was
32
,
3
classy
wench
,
good
style
and
a
heart
.
She
had
red
-
blond
hair
that
fell
straight
down
,
and
she
had
wild
eyes
,
slightly
insane
.
She
also
carried
an
overload
of
compassion
that
was
real
enough
and
which
obviously
cost
her
something
.
Debra
was
Jewish
with
large
brown
eyes
and
a
generous
mouth
,
heavily
smeared
with
blood
-
red
lipstick
.
Her
mouth
glistened
and
beckoned
to
me
.
I
guessed
she
was
somewhere
between
30
and
35
,
and
she
reminded
me
of
how
my
mother
looked
in
1935
(
although
my
mother
had
been
much
more
beautiful
)
.
Cassie
was
tall
with
long
blond
hair
,
very
young
,
expensively
dressed
,
modish
,
hip
,
"
in
,
"
nervous
,
beautiful
.
She
sat
closest
to
me
,
squeezing
my
hand
,
rubbing
her
thigh
against
mine
.
As
she
squeezed
my
hand
I
became
aware
that
her
hand
was
much
larger
than
mine
.
(
Although
I
am
a
large
man
I
am
embarrassed
by
my
small
hands
.
In
my
barroom
brawls
as
a
young
man
in
Philadelphia
I
had
quickly
found
out
the
importance
of
hand
size
.
How
I
had
managed
to
win
30
percent
of
my
fights
was
amazing
.
)
Anyway
,
Cassie
felt
she
had
an
edge
on
the
other
two
,
and
I
wasn
’
t
sure
but
that
I
agreed
.
Then
I
had
to
read
,
and
I
had
a
luckier
night
.
It
was
the
same
crowd
,
but
my
mind
was
on
my
work
.
The
crowd
got
warmer
and
warmer
,
wilder
and
enthusiastic
.
Sometimes
it
was
them
who
made
it
happen
,
sometimes
it
was
you
.
Usually
the
latter
.
It
was
like
climbing
into
the
prize
ring
:
you
should
feel
you
owed
them
something
or
you
shouldn
’
t
be
in
there
.
I
jabbbed
and
crossed
and
shuffled
,
and
in
the
last
round
I
really
opened
up
and
knocked
out
the
referee
.
Performance
is
performance
.
Because
I
had
bombed
the
night
before
my
success
must
have
seemed
very
strange
to
them
.
It
certainly
seemed
strange
to
me
.
Cassie
was
waiting
in
the
bar
.
Sara
slipped
me
a
love
note
with
her
phone
number
.
Debra
was
not
as
inventive
-
she
just
wrote
down
her
phone
number
.
For
a
moment
-
strangely
-
I
thought
about
Katherine
,
then
I
bought
Cassie
a
drink
.
I
’
d
never
see
Katherine
again
.
My
little
Texas
girl
,
my
beauty
of
beauties
.
Goodbye
,
Katherine
.
"
Look
,
Cassie
,
can
you
drive
me
home
?
I
’
m
too
drunk
to
drive
.
