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d packing tape。 He dug at the wrapping with his fingernail;
anxiously going over the events of the night before。 How far had he gone with Greg exactly? How
had he gotten back home? He had almost no memory of putting himself to bed。 And he?d woken
up in just his favorite pair of red Gap boxer shorts?had he been wearing them yesterday? He
couldn?t remember。
Rufus had a faraway look in his eye as he continued: ?I remember this one afternoon; out on the
lake; things got pretty heated。 We were all out skinny…dipping and I had this very passionate
argument with Crews Whitestone?you know; the playwright。 We were arguing about the elemental
nature of truth; and things just got so heated; wouldn?t you know it; before long there we were;
rolling around on the beach; wrestling one another to the ground; each trying to get the other to
admit that his conception of the truth was the superior one。?
Dan was only half…listening to his dad?s pornographic mumblings。 He?d found a gap in the
bubble wrap and unwound it from the long; ceramic 。 。 。 thing。
?Yeah; your literary get…togethers today are probably much more dignified; aren?t they?? Rufus
went on。 ?But that?s how we liked it then: naked; vibrant; duking it out over the truth。 God; those
were the days。?
Still trying to tune out his dad; Dan tossed the excess wrapping aside and considered the vessel in
his hands: it was a long; hollow; tapered column of white ceramic; finished in a soft; inviting glaze。
It was about eighteen inches tall; and open at the top; so it must have been a vase。 At the base were
two small; rounded pieces; one on either side; which helped stabilize the tall; central shaft。 It was