Sublime

“Rohan, one of us is an unmarried man with superior mathematical abilities and no prospects for the evening. The other is a confirmed lecher in an amorous mood with a willing and nubile young wife waiting at home. Who do you think should do the damned account books?” And, with a nonchalant wave, St. Vincent had left the office.

They watch TV and have their dessert, spooning up a mixture of raspberry sorbet and Peter Steinman’s brains.

By summer Scott and Ernest were seeing more and more of each other, occasionally at the home of Gertrude Stein.

“You got a girlfriend, do you?” Staggs said. “Yeah, a real hot chiquita, and smart as a whip,”