I study medicine at the university.
“Come on,” Wallace said, loping past me toward the van. “I'll buy you some pie.” Pity pie. That was what he was thinking. He thought I liked him, and he needed to buy me pity pie. Could this day get any worse? I sighed and followed after them.
The main — or cooking — kitchen is an inhumanly immaculate expanse of burner rings and countertops where, according to tradition, the stations move clockwise from canapé to entremetier.
The intimate Sneakers Annex space, which could just as easily pass for a mid-50s combination truck stop/clip joint (except for Mark Mac Lean's clever predisco music), teems with the eternally generic[…].
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