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some reason locked, Beanie Abernathy had no idea
what to do with Rich Rage, who sat contentedly in her
Seville munching on Mrs. A.A. Hayes's tuna salad on
toast and asking Beanie questions about her life.
Should she proceed with the architectural tour?
Should she take him immediately to the country club,
where his original hostess, Priss Ransom's daughter
Kate, was playing tennis with Evelyn Troyes's daughter
Mimi? Rage told her he had no desire to do either, so
she drove him to Argyle, seven miles south, where she
knew there to be a bigger post office. Unless Monday,
May 31, was a national holiday commemorating
something neither she nor Mr. Rage could recall, it was
sure to be open.
Dreary, dirty Argyle made Rage want a drink. He
took her to a macho bar. "Love 'em," the poet told his
guide. "Saw a merchant marine in a place like this in the
Battery; downed a pint of hooch on an empty stomach;
his capillaries closed up on him and he keeled over
dead, right at the feet of the guy that had challenged him
to do it. Checked out, whap, on the floor, like that!
That's life."