"I'm gettin' drunk! Whas i'look like?" "It looks like you're getting drunk."I'm gettin' drunk! Whas i'look like?" "It looks like you're getting drunk." Her smile was dazzling. "So, you want to tell me why?" "Because I wanna, thash why." "It won't help you," she said. "Wash tha mean?" "Karen will still be here tomorrow." "Fuck you," I said, slowly and with clarity. "It's why you're getting drunk, isn't it? You spoke to her today, on the beach. I saw you two from the Castle balcony. So, do you want to tell Carroll what you were talking about?" "Makin love." Carroll's face took on a look of mock confusion. "But that shouldn't be a problem. You're good at that." "But I don't wanna." "Don't wanna what, Ken? Make love?" "Not with her. I mean, I do, but I can't." The piano picked up it's tempo significantly. "I mean, I want to, but I... I don't get excited by her, or any of the Pamthreats. It's so... I'm so fucked up, Carroll. I've made so many mistakes." "Quite a few. I remember Cammi, all those years ago..." "Don' remind me," I said, her image bobbing back and forth. |