Julie has looked up. Why though? Faye looks blankly, shakes her head. Poetry, you were talking about. Julie smiles, touching Fayes cheeks.
Faye lights a cigarette in the wind. I have just never liked it. It beats around bushes. Even when I like it, it is nothing more than a really oblique way of saying the obvious, it seems like.
Julie grins. Her front teeth have a gap. Ol, she says, but consider how very, very few of us have the equipment to deal with the obvious.
—Little Expressionless Animals, from Girl with Curious Hair by David Foster Wallace