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irthday who played Henry's game as though the setup were some Disneyesque<br />
ballroom spectacle, leaping into his arms as the ravished mademoiselle, finding<br />
in his eyes a supernatural twinkle of the fated happily ever after marriage<br />
with children, while Henry's grin rooted from nothing more than his<br />
expectant hand crawling up her skirt. She flitted about the coffee shop with<br />
a cell phone perched against her shoulder, mentioned "Daddy buying this"<br />
to all her friends; days later she'd drive up in a new car, saunter in clutching a<br />
new seven-hundred dollar purse, and then complain about the "proletariat"<br />
staff taking too long with her drink, a cafe au lait, extra sweet to go with her<br />
adorable smile; she'd skip into Henry's arms, and gasp hyperboles and sexual<br />
metaphors, "Oh, Henry... it seems like years since we've seen each other.<br />
Shall we dine out before having our desert?"<br />
Henry tired of Sarah after only a few weeks, but, although he'd never admit<br />
this, her money made her tolerable. Sometimes, I'd tag along for Henry's<br />
sake, and she inevitably faded out of the conversation. At the end of dinner,<br />
she'd slap her daddy's plastic on top of the check, huff, and glare at Henry<br />
for not paying attention to her.<br />
Around the first of October, along came Nadine, twelve years Henry's<br />
senior, a Philosophy professor with over expressive non-verbal sexual gestures,<br />
nearly girlish in nature, such as twirling her hair, feigning appeal to banal jokes,<br />
her one rebellious finger that played circles on Henry's knee, all the while,<br />
making high conversation on important topics like the debate of determinism<br />
vs. free will and the twentieth century's geopolitical struggle toward socialized<br />
government. Henry rafted the waters of discourse with expert linguistic application,<br />
exploring every nuance of her overworked rhetoric and making sly<br />
references, such as comparing the current state of government to a massive,<br />
steaming train barreling headfirst into a dark tunnel, to the joys of sex he<br />
foretold of their future. Henry delighted in this acquisition, because it proved<br />
his skill in seductive rhetoric, and she challenged and refined his ability to<br />
maneuver in and around the more skeptical intellect. He could infuse any<br />
mind with fantasy, it seemed, and Nadine never noticed Henry's tricks.<br />
Two others cropped up in his black book shortly after:<br />
Luna was a sassy Latina, who pranced around in club wear wherever she<br />
went, her steps made her ass pop and drop, pop and drop, she wore bright<br />
silver loops on her ears that hung an inch from her shoulders, and she answered<br />
her cell phone with her head tilted to exaggeration, her hair napping<br />
out of place, and a roller coaster of Spanish words that sounded like bubble<br />
gum between a school girl's teeth.<br />
Marm was a well-paid tattooist in punk rock chic with spiked blonde hair<br />
and a ring or stud in every facial orifice. She read Bizarre magazine, drove<br />
a beat-up '93 Corolla with a "Fuck the Government" bumper sticker, and<br />
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