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Notebook 22.9
Everyone else was already there when he arrived, already a few drinks into the night. He shook their hands and mumbled a hello. He even smiled at one of them. Once done, he slapped his thigh and his buttocks, checking for the location of his wallet. He looked at the froth-lined glasses in their hands. [...]
Notebook 23.7
His smile could be mistaken for a grimace of pain. He wears it even as he thinks, in which case he looks sideways, the expression on his face being that of somebody who is watching an accident in motion. He has a small mound for a chin, his face redecing into his neck. He wears [...]
Notebook 16.7
We never said much to each other – I always wondered why he continued to want to see me since most of our time together was spent in silence – but we said even less this time. He stared over my shoulder, giving single word answers to my questions while he played with his fork, [...]
Notebook 8.7: Weight watcher
Standing around in the white lunch room talking about losing weight and food that equals points, food that equals zero points and how great those foods are. You have 12 points for the day – he can eat no more than that. He pats his stomach then rubs it in a circular motion. All the [...]
Notebook 1.7
The bag, a Coke bag from the Easter Show from maybe eight, nine or even ten years ago, hangs in a shapeless droop. The outline of the Coca-Cola logo is still visible on the black parachute material, but it is now a smattering of red strips and specks. One of the shoulder straps has been [...]
Notebook 15.6
He buys a beer, finishes it quickly. Too quickly, almost with relief. He holds the froth-lined glass to his chest in an admission of guilt. His eyes cut to the bar, but he waits. When he speaks, a putrid little tongue, like a budgerigar’s, pokes between his teeth. Halfway through his second schooner, he finds [...]