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78 <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Inside</strong> <strong>Story</strong><br />
About seven the doorbell rang. It was a delivery. Dear D., always<br />
planning ahead. He’d ordered a buffet tray of assorted meats<br />
and cheese, smoked salmon, cognac paté, oysters, cabbage rolls,<br />
Caesar salad, rye bread, sweet biscuits and a Bavarian chocolate<br />
mousse. You can’t do much better than that; well, I couldn’t. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
were even a couple of beef bones for Sunny. D. and I set it all out<br />
so we could help ourselves when we felt like it.<br />
For a while I got stuck with Norman and Arnold, trading stories<br />
about their escapades in the Niederdorf. Drinking and screwing—<br />
borrr-ring. You’d think they had the I.Q. of Turkey Lurkey. I mean<br />
who cares? I’ve been around too, I could tell stories of my own, but<br />
what’s the point? You only give yourself away.<br />
I was half listening when the corner of my eye caught D. showing<br />
my sketch book to Brillig, dangling his feet like an elf in one of<br />
D.’s leather armchairs. I went over to find them looking at the<br />
drawings I’d done of us.<br />
Brillig smiled up at me.<br />
“Miss Rachel,” he said, “you have a remarkable talent.”<br />
I glowed with pleasure. <strong>The</strong> thought came to me that if Brillig<br />
was half my age, or me twice mine, I’d show him a good time. It<br />
was an amusing thought, but pretty surprising too, because it didn’t<br />
fit my image of myself. Well, what can you do. D. says you’re not<br />
responsible for everything that goes on in your head, only for what<br />
you do about it. So maybe he has fantasies of his own. All the<br />
same, it seems pretty dumb to think of hopping into bed with somebody<br />
just because they like your work.<br />
Norman came and peered over my shoulder.<br />
“I look like Sam Shepard,” he remarked.<br />
“That’s how I see you,” I said, “handsome in a weathered way.”<br />
“How come I look like a gangster?” asked Arnold.<br />
Brillig said it was absolutely the best likeness of himself he’d<br />
ever seen, and might he possibly have a copy to take home and<br />
hang in his study. “I seldom find myself in such compatible company,”<br />
he said. “At my age you like to have a record of what’s important.<br />
Please, do me the honor of explaining how you are able to<br />
capture one’s inner essence with such grace.”<br />
Talk about a cup overflowing.