...It was one of those parties with
red silk-lined windows and
blonde people draped all over the
furniture. Someone called my
name. "Sherman," they said. It
wasn't my name, but

I'm used to that by now of
course. It was Wanda. She had
fangs and resembled
a Japanese ceremonial
teapot. "Good God Wanda what
happened to you?" I asked.

She gobbled my drink
and ate my nuts. Later

I was listening to the trains and
smoking a cigarette. This time she
was more honest. "Joe," she whispered
softly. "Oh, Joe." "You're learning," I
said and took another drag.