Mostly we dont get this kind of group, the bartender said.

Not yet, he said.

Your stomach? Thomas asked pointedly.

Thats not what I meant, said the bartender, but God Almighty.

One never knows, said the Dead Father. Thirsty pilgrims, natives of the district, commercial travelers.

Drinks for everyone.

She looked at Thomas.

Not too bad, said the Dead Father.

Julie knocked back the Scotch. Then she removed her shirt. There was nothing under the shirt.

Another, Thomas said.

Perhaps they werent real? asked the Dead Father.

Julie ordered another drink.

Yesterday. Always keeps the same distance.

I saw him with his thumb under there, said the bartender, had his thumb on it Ill bet. Shocking rude Id call it, in a public place.

Can I have another drink?

Ill decide when Ive had enough, Julie said. I want another.

Hands were stretched out toward the stomach.

The crowd stopped lauｒead.99cｓｗ•ｃｏmghing, both men and women, moved nearer, was looking at Thomas with angry looks.

Dont touch! she said, youll make the others angry.

Left out, said the Dead Father.

They were real, said Thomas.

Youve children, said the bartender, responsibilities.

Here? asked Julie, indicating the emptiness. Who is to be outraged?

Suffer, Julie said.

Relaxation of the cable.

Black horses, said the Dead Father.

Our stomach! they said. Hes taking it away!

Oh, you rascal! cried the crowd. Oh, you rogue!

We can parley, said the bartender, make powwow.

He could lose his license if you fell down or committed an outrage, Thomas said.

Three olives, said the bartender.

I think hes following us, said Alexander.

Not one of those we passed back up the road?

Standing in a rank, very well trained, not a whicker.

I am accompanied am I not?

Can I see it? asked the bartender.

Alexander九九藏書 approached Thomas.

Thomas began to write something with lipstick on the stomach. The white, interestingly folded, stomach.

Thats true, said the bartender, I could lose my license.

Yes, Thomas said.

My criticism was that you never understood the larger picture, said the Dead Father. Young men never understand the larger picture.

The line of march. Line of the cable. Viewed from above, this picture:

Thomas was looking at the yellow sky.

Julie put on the shirt tucking the loose ends of it into her long dark-green skirt to the ground.

Both.

Quite wonderful, said the Dead Father. I was offended, of course.

Emma sulking at the bar. Drinking a Campari-and-soda.

Who do you think you are? a man shouted angrily.

They crowded closer.

Did you see the horses? asked the Dead Father.

On the rocks and could I have three olives?

Till the cows come home, said the Dead Father, so mｈｔtpｓ://reaｄ.９9ｃsw.cｏmuch are we on each others wavelengths.

That was vodka, right? the bartender asked.

Button button whos got the button? chanted Julie. Ive got the button.

Older people tend to overlook the frame, even when they are looking right at it, said Thomas. They dont like to think about it.

Black plumes, Thomas said. Black bridles, black trappings.

A horseman on the hill.

Shocking, said the Dead Father happily. Never in all my years --

We do not serve unaccompanied women, said the bartender.

Beyond counting.

Julie rotated the stomach at the crowd. Sunlight bouncing off the tips of her breasts (purple).

Thomas smoothed Julies stomach with his hand.

Do you mean the one in the orange tights or the one in the golden robes?

I saw what I thought and still think was green.

Leave our stomach alone! the man shouted.

The stomach heaved like a trampoline in the direction of its admirehttps://read.99csw.comrs.

Have I lost my beauty altogether?

Very much so.

I wonder who he is, Thomas said. He looked at the Dead Fathers watch, which he was wearing on his wrist.

When hes got his thumb in there, asked the bartender, what do you feel?

I never thought you were color-blind. You saw what we had agreed to call green.

Yes, fire away.

Youve had enough, said the bartender, no more.

A crowd had gathered, both men and women. They were laughing.

A double Scotch appeared on the bar.

They came then to a man tending bar in an open field.

Never thought you were color-blind or dim either, said the Dead Father, despite what I was told by the specialists.

You had hope, Thomas said. Grateful for that.

Thought so, said the bartender, I can talk to you. We understand each other.

Of course the frame is easier to understand.

Yum, said Emma.

Make it a double, said Julie.

Okay, he said, lets make tracks.

rｅａd.99ｃｓw•ｃｏｍNo. Those were black, this is a bay.

Hes right, said Thomas, youve had enough.

Ah! said Thomas.

The cable taut. The straggle along the road. The horseman following.

I dont suggest I understand it now. I do understand the frame. The limits.

They told me you were color-blind, when you were a boy, said the Dead Father. I never believed you were color-blind. A son of mine.

Youve seen him before?

Having made the drinks he folded his arms and leaned against a tree.

I am this ladys lover, Thomas shouted back.

Look there, he said. He pointed.

I thought I was color-blind, Thomas said, because they told me I was color-blind. To green, they said.

The pink of you against the green of the fields, said Thomas. Several of my favorite colors.

Youre a family man, now, the bartender said to the Dead Father. Thats perfectly plain.

Clump of eight, Julie said. I counted.

Thomas held out the shirt to Julie.