Her act. We sat in the back and she did a kind of pole dance. I don’t think she saw us, but now we know her tits. So now it’s really weird seeing her. She’s here all the fucking time. We come in to the house and she’s lying on the couch watching Oprah. Conrad wrote to Turner: Dog, I think it’s time for an intervention. All of you get together and meet with the stripper and tell her nicely that she can’t be ly9ing there on the couch in the afternoon when you come in. At least nott with her clothes on. Conrad emailed Go-Go and two weeks after classes started they had dinner together. They met at a small Italian restaurant in the East Sixties, near Go-Go’s apartment. The restaurant stretched along First Avenue, though the entrance was on the side street. When Conrad arrived, the headwaiter stepped toward him from the bar. He was Romanian, thin and hollow-chested, with a bulging forehead and black vampire’s eyes. He wore a black suit, a limp black tie, and an unpressed white shirt.
