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58 Billy Graham's Glorious Jam
pure as the conception immaculate.”
“Excuse me for living maculately,” said Newt. “Excused you are.”
Newt turned back to Carol a bit shaken. Carol was
more aggressive, believing that she was competing with Greta. She ran her swizzle stick over Newt’s hand, leaned over and gave him a sparkling smile, “Another beer for my friend!” she yelled at the bartender.
“Thanks,” said Newt. “I think I could tell you how to get out of the race that only gets faster and nastier. But you must be prepared to dump your credit cards and believe that Asheville is the best place on earth.”
“I already did,” Carol said. “But I want to see Europe again. I’ll take you through my old haunts in Paris where people know how to relax with afternoons of sleepy cafés. On the Left Bank we’ll speak of the freedom to be whatever you like whenever you want. Deadlines will long since be dead.”
“We’ll dump credit cards after the trip,” agreed Newt.
Greta broke their revelry, grabbing Newt’s shoulder. “One moment,” he said to Carol, turning back to Greta.
“Deify, deify, you can try,” said Greta, “even unto all- the-way physical. Illusions romantic will get you that far. This Carol worship puts her on a level exalted no person can maintain. When the truth emerges you will return to your anxious core, and call her boring. Then back to this bar stool, doing the same thing to the next woman you deify.”
“Look, Greta. We’re consenting adults. Why don’t you do the same with Fred over there. Then you won’t have so much time for analyzing.”