The Paris Review - Fall 2016
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“Leslie, come help me,” Kim said. She hooked Leslie’s arm through hers<br />
and went outside. <strong>The</strong> man was sprawled to the left of the door, his head<br />
resting on his outstretched arm, which extended into the entranceway.<br />
“Sir,” Kim yelled. “I’m sorry but you need to move now, okay?”<br />
He grunted and shifted slightly, revealing a puddle of urine.<br />
“Sir, we don’t want to call the police, but you have to move now.”<br />
“No cops,” he muttered. He opened his eyes and fixed them unfocusedly<br />
on Leslie. She told herself that she understood this, sympathized with it. She<br />
knew what it was like to have done too much, to be out of control. She also<br />
knew, or suspected, at least, that this really wasn’t like that and that whatever<br />
sympathy she had for him was just pity, which she was trying to keep ahead<br />
of disgust in her emotional calculus.<br />
“No cops,” the man said again, and began dragging himself down the<br />
sidewalk, leaving a trail of piss and garbage in his wake. <strong>The</strong>y watched as he<br />
resettled a few storefronts down, curling himself up in the doorway of the<br />
closed secondhand clothing store.<br />
“Maybe we should call the cops?” Leslie said. “I mean, fuck, jail is better<br />
than that.”<br />
“Probably not,” Kim said.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y went back into the store, where people were mingling and drinking<br />
Cal’s deformed beer.<br />
“Hey, Les, this is Megan,” Cal said. “She’s my opening act. Or rather, I’m<br />
the, uh, cool-down mix to her energizing jams.”<br />
Megan acknowledged this with a stifled laugh and shook Leslie’s hand.<br />
Megan was unusually tall and long limbed and delicate. Leslie thought she<br />
was raising her eyebrows ironically, but it turned out that was just how they<br />
were all the time.<br />
“I’m looking forward to hearing your stuff,” Leslie said.<br />
Megan shrugged. “I think it’s good at least,” she said.<br />
“That’s a start,” said Leslie. “What are you reading?”<br />
“It’s kind of a reflection on . . . I don’t know.” She let out a heavy sigh.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> body? I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. It’s just . . . it’s really<br />
hard, you know?” She stared down at the floor.<br />
“I’m sure you’re going to be great,” Leslie said. “This is a very forgiving<br />
audience.”<br />
“Oh God,” she said. “I hope I don’t have to be forgiven for anything.”<br />
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