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She
came
out
of
the
kitchen
.
Ron
was
gone
but
she
had
his
stereo
on
full
blast
.
I
had
always
hated
stereos
.
When
you
lived
in
poor
neighborhoods
you
continually
heard
other
people
’
s
sounds
,
including
their
fucking
,
but
the
most
obnoxious
thing
was
to
be
forced
to
listen
to
their
music
at
full
volume
,
the
total
vomit
of
it
for
hours
.
In
addition
they
usually
left
their
windows
open
,
confident
that
you
too
would
enjoy
what
they
enjoyed
.
Sara
had
Judy
Garland
on
.
I
liked
Judy
Garland
,
a
little
,
especially
her
appearance
at
the
New
York
Met
.
But
suddenly
she
seemed
very
loud
,
screaming
her
sentimental
horseshit
.
"
For
Christ
’
s
sake
,
Sara
,
turn
it
down
!
"
She
did
,
but
not
very
much
.
She
opened
one
of
the
bottles
of
wine
and
we
sat
down
at
the
table
across
from
each
other
.
I
felt
strangely
irritable
.
Sara
reached
into
the
basket
and
found
the
bee
secretion
.
She
was
excited
.
She
took
the
lid
off
and
tasted
it
.
"
This
is
so
powerful
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
’
s
the
essence
.
.
.
Care
for
some
?
"
"
No
,
thanks
.
"
"
I
’
m
making
us
dinner
.
"
"
Good
.
But
I
should
take
you
out
.
"
"
I
’
ve
already
got
it
started
.
"
