William Gaddis - J R

— No I, I didn’t see her face and…

— No come on not the chick man him, he’s the one that night the cops were here he was running around stoned with one shoe on giving them a hard time… She crossed Vol III GRIN-LOC descending, — like he just sat up and put her panties on his head rocking around like he’s pretending he’s some aviator and down he goes in a nosedive, man is this place really dirty… she came on over the Morning Telegraphs to pause behind 36 Boxes 200 2-Ply and flap a hand against her front before she came in to pick up her raincoat and shake it, — like I mean really dirty… she threw it in to the armless sofa, pushing past film cans for the box she’d brought in. — Where… she looked up, ripping it open, — are you back there again?

— Yes I, I forgot to get the mop…

— Well like don’t you want to eat? I mean I got this pizza.

— Yes I, I just wanted to see if she was somebody I…

— Man you must be kidding, I mean look at this.

— What… he plied through lampshades with the mop.

— I mean like what’s all this in the oven.

— Oh that’s mail yes, I put Mister…

— Well like take it out so we can make this pizza okay?

— Yes but, no but the oven doesn’t work, they turned off the…

— Like what do you mean it doesn’t work, I mean when I went out you said you use the oven to…

— No I was going to say the gas is turned off so I just use it to keep Mister Grynszpan’s mail separate I, I didn’t know you meant a frozen pizza why did you…

— Look man I get a frozen pizza so I can slip a couple of records in, okay? So like now what are we going to…

— I don’t know I, I mean there’s no place here to play them but if you…

— Like I just mean eating okay? She was squeezing past cartons along a chipped porcelained edge toward a handle once chromed, — like I’ll put this in the refrigerator till you get your… the door came open to her tug. — Man I don’t believe it. I mean I don’t believe it man.

— Yes well, well that’s where I keep some scores and, and business mail to keep it clean, he said looking up from mopping, — because there’s no other…

— Like it doesn’t work too?

— Yes well, I don’t know but I haven’t had anything else to put in it, he said wringing out the mop as she reached high to shelve the pizza on FLAKES 24–8 Oz Pkgs and squeezed her way back, — but these other things you got…

— Well like turn on the light so we can see them.

— No this bulb burned out but…

— So like bring them in there, and that bag on the floor, it’s got grape drink. Like now where can we put it.

— Yes well just a… he let the things go on the sofa beside her — here’s an opener and, wait… he pulled Moody’s Industrials over between them and sat down on Hoppin’ With Flavor! — there… he reached.

— Like this is mushrooms in oil, what’s that one.

— Well it, it says yeast extract but…

— Wait this is pate of anchovies…

— Don’t cut yourself, I…

— I mean I didn’t see a can opener like this since my grandmother.

— Wait let me…

— What’s that one.

— It says smoked frog legs in cottonseed oil, I don’t think I’ve ever taste…

— Like what’s marinade, lemon pepper marinade.

— I don’t know, I think it’s something you…

— And like napkins, I mean you don’t have any?

— Well no I, there’s an old shirt I use…

— Like these frogs’ legs are weird man.

— Yes I, I wondered why you chose them and these cocktail onions and, and capers…

— Are you kidding? I mean you think I’m going to drop a roast beef in my pocket?

— Oh… he handed over the shirt, reached for a frog leg from the tin she’d placed on Moody’s in a pool of cottonseed oil.

— Like you’ve got these dumb clerks wandering around all over the place you think I’m going to stop and read every fucking label? She caught up the sleeve of the shirt for her lips and the mail slid toward her weight on the sofa. — I mean like you really read these magazines? Textile World, Forest Industries, I mean Supervisory Management like does somebody really read that?

— Yes well those are just, they’re in connection with some business I’ve been, I mean I think they just entered these subscriptions so I could, read up…

— And like this… cottonseed oil ran down the diploma from her thumb — I mean like it says you graduated from the Alabama College of Business?

— Well I, no not exactly, I mean that came in the mail too and I haven’t found out what…

— Man like you keep saying you write this music but like everything I see you say it’s some business you’re in.

— No I do, all that over there is, wait don’t touch it…! she dropped a cherry wood smoked oyster. — No I’m sorry it’s just, those are scores I’ve copied over and if spots get on them these musicians can be so temperamental that…

— Look man like don’t keep being sorry you know? She poured grape drink. — And like then who’s this Hyman Grynszpan? She tore open the top one, — Dear WHO’S WHO IN AMERICA Biographee your generous cooperation, I mean like he’s in Who’s Who?

— I don’t know but he…

— I mean like he’s just going to walk in here?

— Oh no, no I don’t think so no in fact I’ve never…

— Man look at that, like he owes Consolidated Edison twelve hundred sixty-seven dollars and nine cents, like no wonder he split… she took the last frog’s leg, put the tin back in its puddle on Moody’s. — And like what are these?

— Oh those are just, just slides, pictures of…

— I mean like what’s this supposed to be?

He held it to the light looking through her cottonseed oil thumbprint. — Yes that’s, a dik-dik I think, a little…

— Like a what?

— It’s a small breed of antelope someone I, I’m writing some music for a film and those slides are just…

— Man you must write some music… she came down to one elbow as he took the last smoked oyster.

— Oh I’m sorry did you, I mean did you want that? or, or anything else?

— Like if you have something to smoke man.

— No, no I’m afraid I, wait right under you… he came forward over Moody’s — no I meant under the sofa, there’s an old package of Chesterfields that…

— Of what? Like I mean are you kidding?

— No I, I don’t… he sank back on Hoppin’ With Flavor!

— Like to turn on man. I mean I have this stash right over there he didn’t even know about if I could get in there and get it.

— Oh in the, over in the other apartment? maybe you could…

— What like just walk in while they’re balling and ask the chick move your ass please while I reach under you? Like they’d think I came in for a double bill, I mean like if I knew them that’s something else.

— No I just meant…

— But like man you must be kidding, I mean I never knew a musician that doesn’t turn on. Like you must write some music.

— Yes well recently I haven’t had much chance to do what I…

— I mean some music. I mean like that’s what everybody I know is in, music. Like I mean you ought to talk to Al.

— Oh, oh yes well, well who’s Al.

— Like he’s just Al, okay? Like some time he could bring up his guitar.

— Oh, yes well that might be…

— Because like I mean he really can talk about it, you know?

— Yes well I’d…

— I mean he can really talk about it.

— Yes well I’ve missed talking to, having Mister Schramm to talk to, he had insights in music that I’ve never…

— Look like will you just do me this favor and…