Wilder Moments · 26 July 2001
C.C. (Bud) Baxter – gallant, springy, playing the hero for the first time in his life – slaloms through the kitchen, clanging pots and pans, draining spaghetti with a tennis racket. Fran Kubelik, wearing his winded flannel robe, wounded from loving that bastard Sheldrake (of her cracked compact mirror: “it makes me look the way I feel”) and groggy from an overdose of sleeping pills, sets the table.
“Should I light the candles?” she asks.
From the kitchen, he calls out, “It’s a must! ... gracious living-wise.”
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