He hardly recognized her. And this casino cocktail waitress had one of the most beautiful figures he'd ever seen. When he walked by on his way to the casino cage, she had her back to him and so he hoped she had not seen him.
They'd had dinner a couple of times and when she mentioned how she was starting her own trust fund amber lights had flashed over her Salad with American Garden Greens. Only twenty something and she was starting her own trust fund. Very commendable he said. What a good idea. Do it as soon as you can, he said.
Later, when he'd bumped into her she wanted to know where he'd been.
He said he wasn't into starting trust funds, for anybody, even himself. So when she mentioned starting one...
She turned it around neatly, even if at a slightly crazy angle: No...He'd wanted a trust fund, and he'd asked her how.
Well, he wasn't about to argue. This kind of argument he always found unrewarding. And the crazier the argument, all the more unrewarding it became.
But what a figure this girl once had. And now she was a pretty little tub of lard! He was curious about what had happened. Nervous eating disorder? Over dinner she'd picked over her salads, no gourmand she.
He didn't stop when he saw her, knowing instinctively she would not have liked that much.
Her mother had left her at six months, she'd lived with her dad, she'd taken cocaine at thirteen. What a figure she'd had.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
