“Marguerite asked Tubby. “What do you mean?” he asked. He was sitting at the room’s small round table looking at the dark through a crack in the curtain. “I’m just keeping the conversation going,” she said. Tubby pushed the curtains closed and swung around to look at her. “I try to imagine a place where it’s always safe and warm. What do you think about when you’re keeping track of the market in pork bellies?” He had learned that Marguerite worked for a commodities broker. “I... think about going on a nice vacation.” She was on her stomach on top of the bed sampling macadamia nuts from a can she’d found in the mini-bar. “Where else have you gone?” he asked. “Oh, I went to Disney World one time, and there was a heat wave. And I’ve been to Cancun, but there was a hurricane and we had to go back to Mexico City, which I didn’t like.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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