—Well that’s certainly not what woke me up, you haven’t run through that cash I put in the towel drawer have you? —How could I? It’s this bunch of hundred dollar bills and all I’ve used it for was some groceries and his fishes. —I mean thank God I had my wits about me when those two vultures were going through every drawer in the place, that Masha picking through Harry’s Turnbull and Asser shirts where he kept enough cash not to have to bother cashing checks every ten minutes if she got there before I did I’d simply have died. What do you think he wants for supper. —Oscar? He doesn’t care, I already asked him and he just says whatever you’re having. —Well he hardly eats at all so it doesn’t really matter does it. Do you think he’d like fish? —You ask him that and he’ll just say he wants big ones. —Like Al. —Like, what? —No I’m sorry Lily that was crude, I thought I was making a joke but . . . —No I meant for his tank in there but I didn’t tell you, when I just called up my girlfriend from long lines?
