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Falconer 24<br />
together, we watched the World Series and drank beer together<br />
although neither of us likes beer, not in this country. That was the<br />
year Lomberg, whatever his name was, missed a no-hitter by half<br />
an inning. You cried. I did too. We cried together.”<br />
“You had your fix,” she said. “We couldn’t do that together.”<br />
“But I was clean for six months,” he said. “It didn’t make any<br />
difference. Cold turkey. It nearly killed me.”<br />
“Six months is not a lifetime,” she said, “and anyhow, how long<br />
ago was that?”<br />
“Your point,” he said.<br />
“How are you now?”<br />
“I’m down from forty milligrams to ten. I get methadone at nine<br />
every morning. A pansy deals it out. He wears a hairpiece.”<br />
“Is he on the make?”<br />
“I don’t know. He asked me if I liked opera.”<br />
“You don’t, of course.”<br />
“That’s what I told him.”<br />
“That’s good. I wouldn’t want to be married to a homosexual,<br />
having already married a homicidal drug addict.”<br />
“I did not kill my brother.”<br />
“You struck him with a fire iron. He died.”<br />
“I struck him with a fire iron. He was drunk. He hit his head on<br />
the hearth.”<br />
“All penologists say that all convicts claim innocence.”<br />
“Confucius say…”<br />
“You’re so superficial, Farragut. You’ve always been a lightweight.”<br />
“I did not kill my brother.”