That guy in the ba, she said. Hes eating our potatoes. You were wonderful last night. The night before that, you were wonderful. The night before that, you were terrible. Hes eating our potatoes. I went in there and looked at him and he had potato smeared all over his face. Mashed. You were wonderful on the night that we met. I was terrible. You were terrible on the night we had the sug pig. The pig, cooking the pig, put you in a terrible mood. I was wonderful in order to balao attempt to balance, your foul behavior. That guy with the eye pat the ba is eating our potatoes. What are you going to do about it?
What? he said.
What are you going to do about it?
Hes got a potato masher in there?
And a little pot. He holds the little pot between his knees. Mashes away with his masher. Mash mash mash.
Well, he said, hes got to live, dont he?
I dont know. Maybe so, maybe not. Yht him home. What are you going to do about it?
lenty of potatoes, he said. I think yettied. Gettied about nothing. Maybe youd better simmer down. If I want frenzy Ill go out oreet. In here, I want calm. Clear, quiet calm. Yettied. I want you to calm down. So I read. Quietly, read.
You were superb on the night we had the osso buco, she said. I cooked it. That seemed to strike your fancy. You appreciated the effort, my effort, or seemed to. You didnt laugh. You did smile. Smiled furiously all through dinner. I was atrocious that night. Biting the pillow. You kept the lights turned up, you were reading. We struggled for the rheostat. The musi the other room flattered you, your music, music you had bought and paid for, to flatter yourself. Yood taste. Nobody ever listens to that stuff unless he or she wants to establish that he or she has supremely good taste. Supernal good taste.
Did you know, he said, looking up, that the mayor has only one foot? One real foot?
Cooking the pig put you in a terrible mood. The pigs head in particular. You asked me to remove the pigs head. With a saw. I said that the pigs head had to remain in place. Plag the apple in a bloody hole where the pigs neck had been would be awful, I said. People would be revolted. You threw the saw on the floor and declared that you could not go on. I said that people had been putting the apple in the pigs mouth for turies, turies. There were twenty people ing for dinner, a mistake, of course, but not mihe pig was stretched out on the ter. You placed the pig on two kit chairs which had been covered with neer, the floor had been covered with neer too, my knee was on or in the pigs back, I grasped an ear and began to saw. You were terrible that night, threw a glass of wine in a mans face. I remember these things.
Kinda funny to have a mayor with only one foot.
The man said he was going to thump you. I said, Go ahead and thump him. You said, No one is going to thump anybody. The ma, then, red wiains staining his pink cashmere sweater quite wonderfully. You were wonderful that night.
They say, he said, that there are flowers all over the city because the mayor does not know where his mother is buried. Did you know that?