[35] 26/10 The night before her late-shift start, Jo takes Stan drinking in the city. Emotion weighs upon her heart: not disapproval, much less pity, but some concern at thirst, Stanley’s his joy as he becomes immersed in alcohol. They both get drunk. Stan tells a joke about a monk ordering at a hotdog stand, laughing the whole way happy. through. He’s Their and snappy. conversation’s fast The evening goes just as she’d planned, but alert, and counts her beers Jo’s should happiness give way to tears. [36] 27/10 Tonight they’ve chosen Taylor Square, but half pickled when they meet. Stan’s there you are. I thought share “Jo, we’d some cocktails as a special treat. I worked this morning, so I’m flush.” go the “Dad, let’s home.” “Why? What’s rush?” all this drink—can “It’s we afford it?” this is no time for an audit! “Why, What do you want? have I’ll another!” resolution teeters Joanna’s between two lemon margaritas to drink these with your (“I used mother!”) and though her faith in Stan is stronger, she hopes that this last much longer. won’t [37] 28/10 Natasha spends her time observing the spectrum of relationships among the customers serving: she’s the couple welded at the lips, the models with the same fake tan, the blonde girl with the older man who drank expensive drinks till closing, the losers who end up proposing marriage to her. She likes these least because she has to get involved: too much; long resolved she’s seen she’s never to let herself be fleeced by letting anyone’s persuasion anywhere near her life’s equation. [38] 29/10 Instead, she watches from a distance,
[35] 26/10 The night before her late-shift start, Jo takes Stan drinking in the city. Emotion weighs upon her heart: not disapproval, much less pity, but some concern at Stanley’s thirst, his joy as he becomes immersed in alcohol. They both get drunk. Stan tells a joke about a monk ordering at a hotdog stand, laughing the whole way through. He’s happy. Their conversation’s fast and snappy. The evening goes just as she’d planned, but Jo’s alert, and counts her beers should happiness give way to tears. [36] 27/10 Tonight they’ve chosen Taylor Square, but Stan’s half pickled when they meet. “Jo, there you are. I thought we’d share some cocktails as a special treat. I worked this morning, so I’m flush.” “Dad, let’s go home.” “Why? What’s the rush?” “It’s all this drink—can we afford it?” “Why, this is no time for an audit! What do you want? I’ll have another!” Joanna’s resolution teeters between two lemon margaritas (“I used to drink these with your mother!”) and though her faith in Stan is stronger, she hopes that this won’t last much longer. [37] 28/10 Natasha spends her time observing the spectrum of relationships among the customers she’s serving: the couple welded at the lips, the models with the same fake tan, the blonde girl with the older man who drank expensive drinks till closing, the losers who end up proposing marriage to her. She likes these least because she has to get involved: she’s seen too much; she’s long resolved never to let herself be fleeced by letting anyone’s persuasion anywhere near her life’s equation. [38] 29/10 Instead, she watches from a distance,
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