seemed too good to turn down.

    My plan o o top, take a look around to get my bearings, go back doo deliver t.

    And suddenly tential suicides munco deliver and staring at me. tly expecting some kind of Gettysburg address about   give a fuck  knoo add muco total of .

    So, I said. Great. Pizza. A small, good t like this.

    Raymond Carver, as you probably kno it ed on these guys.

    Now w? said Jess.

    e eat our pizza.

    t give it . I dont knoo hen?

    Everyone needs a little time out. Looks to me like tting undignified up y minutes? Is t agreed? One by one t back to c time I ried one of Ivans. It was inedible, maybe even poisonous.

    Im not fucking sitting  your fucking   miserable faces, said Jess.

    ts  te agreed to do, Martin reminded her.

    So  of agreeing to do somet doing it? No point. Jess ly untroubled by the concession.

    Consistency is t refuge of tive, I said. ilde again.

    I couldnt resist.

    Jess glared at me.

    o you, said Martin.

    t in anyts why were up here.

    See, noty interesting p. Jess  as long as op, s ention.

    to live outside t be , I said.

    t mean? said Jess.

    You kno means, to tell you trut, not me, and Id al it sounded good. But t situation Id ever been in  to test, and I could see t it didnt side teetime ed, and I  sure w.

    Nothing, I said.

    S up, then, Yankee boy.

    And I did. tely ty-eiges of our time out remaining.

    A long t