Revise that: Yvette wears her daisy dukes like a person forced into a fad, and she fidgets like mad. You like the sound of that word, fidgets.
But you don’t give a damn about the girl, more or less. Still, it gives you some amusement: girls in daisy dukes. Iowa City is full of girls who wear daisy dukes, especially in the summer. But you have come to wear flannel shirts, too, like the rest of the boys, and you realize how blending into the landscape can be accomplished without really trying, only with the right kind of sartorial choices.
How easy it is to pretend to be a native in a city where everybody is from somewhere else but not here.
You think about that because the afternoon began with you in a reading haunch on the steps west of the Old Capitol at the center of the town’s univer
