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He
brings
several
bottles
of
beer
,
and
Kate
and
I
sit
on
the
couch
while
he
’
s
cross
-
legged
on
the
floor
between
us
.
We
watch
crap
TV
,
drink
beer
,
and
,
as
the
evening
wears
on
,
we
fondly
and
loudly
reminisce
as
the
beer
takes
effect
.
It
’
s
been
a
good
four
years
.
The
atmosphere
between
José
and
me
has
returned
to
normal
,
the
attempted
kiss
forgotten
.
Well
,
it
’
s
been
swept
under
the
rug
that
my
inner
goddess
is
lying
on
,
eating
grapes
and
tapping
her
fingers
,
waiting
not
so
patiently
for
Sunday
.
There
’
s
a
knock
on
the
door
,
and
my
heart
leaps
into
my
throat
.
Is
it
…
?
Kate
answers
the
door
and
is
nearly
knocked
off
her
feet
by
Elliot
.
He
seizes
her
in
a
Hollywood
-
style
clinch
that
moves
quickly
into
a
European
art
house
embrace
.
Honestly
…
get
a
room
.
José
and
I
stare
at
each
other
.
I
’
m
appalled
at
their
lack
of
modesty
.
“
Shall
we
walk
down
to
the
bar
?
”
I
ask
José
,
who
nods
frantically
.
We
are
too
uncomfortable
with
the
unrestrained
sexing
unfolding
in
front
of
us
.
Kate
looks
up
at
me
,
flushed
and
bright
-
eyed
.
“
José
and
I
are
going
for
a
quick
drink
.
”
I
roll
my
eyes
at
her
.
Ha
!
I
can
still
roll
my
eyes
in
my
own
time
.
“
Okay
.
”
She
grins
.
“
Hi
,
Elliot
.
Bye
,
Elliot
.
”
He
winks
a
big
blue
eye
at
me
,
and
José
and
I
are
out
the
door
,
giggling
like
teenagers
.
As
we
stroll
down
to
the
bar
,
I
put
my
arm
through
José
’
s
.
God
,
he
’
s
so
uncomplicated
—
I
hadn
’
t
really
appreciated
that
before
.
“
You
’
ll
still
come
to
the
opening
of
my
show
,
won
’
t
you
?
”
