And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks (2008) - Plot & Excerpts
Helen was a hostess from the Continental Café. We had some vermouth and soda, and I drank the first one right down. I was so thirsty from running around all day, I felt like my mouth was going to jump right out at that vermouth like a Mexican drawing I saw once in a museum where a guy was represented with his mouth sticking out on the end of a long tube like it couldn’t wait for the rest of his face. In the middle of the second vermouth I felt a little better and dropped my hand down on Helen’s bare knee and squeezed it. She said, “Why, Mr. Dennison!” and I gave her a paternal smile. I looked up and saw a good-looking young man in merchant marine khaki come through the door. It was a fraction of a second before I realized it was Phillip. I looked right at him and didn’t recognize him. Then I saw Al and Ryko behind him. They came over to the table and we said hello all round. Then the waiter put two tables together and we moved over. Phillip said, “Well Dennison, we’re shipping out tomorrow.
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