vital secret. “In a nice  vibrate.”

    “I see,” I said, not knowing o respond.

    “ty plays t club?”

    “No, I .”

    “Elizabetaylor is one of tomers at the club, and she’s really poor and miserable.”

    “hmm.”

    “So arren Beatty asks Elizabetaylor if ss.”

    “And does she?”

    “I forget. It’s a really old movie.” e requests. t’s like  of tart to read it, all I can t is w.”

    S a cigarette betc it for her.

    “Let’s see,” salking about the person who looked like you.”

    “how did you kill him?”

    “I to a beehive.”

    “You’re kidding, right?”

    “Yes,” she said.

    Instead of sigook a sip of  barely tasted like whiskey anymore.

    “Of course, legally I’m not a murderer,” sher.”

    “Neit  to, but I revies s you did kill someone?”

    “Rig like you.”

    Across t out a loud laugoo. Glasses clinked. It sounded very far a extremely clear. I don’t kno  as if I  ing on er.

    “It took less to kill him.”

    e  for a he silence.

    “Do you ever t freedom?” she asked.

    “Sometimes,” I said. “hy do you ask?”

    “Can you draw a daisy?”

    “I ty test?”

    “Almost.” She laughed.

    “ell, did I pass?”

    “Yes” so . Intuition tells me you’ll live a good long life.”

    “thank you,” I said.

    the band began playing ‘Auld Lang Syne.”

    “Eleven-fifty-five,” s tc. “I really like ‘Auld Lang Syne.’  you?”

    “I prefer ‘elope.”

    S like animals.”

    “I do,” I sa