When Vivian goes into the kitchen in the morning to get a cup of coffee to take back up to her bedroom while she does her makeup, the girl is gone. Vivian stands in the kitchen in her b*a and underpants, scratching under her armpits, stretching and yawning. She looks around. The girl has dirtied the handle on the sliding glass door, but other than that it’s like she wasn’t even there. Funny, Vivian thinks, I didn’t hear her leave last night. After Richard fell asleep Vivian left them – the girl at the table, Richard in the back room – and went up and had a bath. She soaked and then collapsed into her bed. It was very late. Very early. Vivian isn’t sure what you call that time of night or morning. After all that booze last night she did have to pee once, but other than that she slept like s
