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"
It
’
s
all
right
.
Hold
on
.
.
.
here
’
s
another
customer
.
.
.
"
I
put
the
phone
down
and
went
out
and
poured
myself
a
drink
.
As
I
walked
back
into
the
bedroom
I
saw
my
sagging
belly
in
the
mirror
.
It
was
ugly
,
obscene
.
Why
did
women
tolerate
me
?
I
held
the
phone
to
my
ear
with
one
hand
and
drank
wine
with
the
other
.
Sara
came
back
on
.
"
All
right
.
Go
ahead
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
it
’
s
like
this
.
The
belly
dancer
phoned
the
other
night
.
Only
she
’
s
not
really
a
belly
dancer
,
she
’
s
a
waitress
.
She
said
she
was
flying
down
to
L
.
A
.
to
spend
Thanksgiving
with
me
.
She
sounded
so
happy
.
"
"
You
should
have
told
her
you
had
an
engagement
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
.
.
.
"
"
You
didn
’
t
have
the
guts
.
"
