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Friday afternoon. Angelique Brody knocked Francesco’s studio door.
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Bounder squirmed out of Francesco’s hands and ran into the kitchen.
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On Monday, Michiko returned from Cleveland in a foul mood. She called Frank’s studio at three in the afternoon.
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The funk of wet wool, stinky feet, reeking armpits, stale beer and fried food created a bohemian fetor.
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Anatoly Gringovitch took a swallow of beer, thoughtfully put the cap on his Ferrari da Varese custom fountain pen, and launched into his story:
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I was always bi-polar. I didn’t realize it was a mental illness until my divorce lawyer had the court order a psychiatric analysis.
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—You know, Angelique, said Elaine Aster, dabbing her lips with a napkin, I’ve opened a new gallery in Paris.
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She’s a gourmet cook who can fake a great orgasm.
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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I visited his loft last week. There were many exciting new pictures. Francesco was your main money earner before, now he will be again.
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Vicki's scream echoed in Michiko's ear, an unwelcome earworm.
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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—Francesco, I wish you would give up smoking, said Michiko.
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—Mazel tov, schmazel tov!
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Frank was about to take the first bite of a chicken salad sandwich.
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