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"My wall . . . a testament to your barbarism." I was vaguely annoyed,
but not enough to
pretend I wasn't, which is what I did when I was *really* mad . . .
"It must have been drinking blood. That's why it was crazy . . . a
poster will cover that
up, hey? I'm sorry."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you. Another cover-up. No, people will know
about this,
Phil Lee. People will know about you."
He slunk out of the room. "Sorry."
I went back to my book.

I walked into Sok, stupidly. I usually go in only if Cass is there but I
was walking in a
daze, and once I was in, I was in. The cook had already nodded hello and as I
considered
leaving I had a daymare:
*The cook, young but working towards being one of those classic diner
cooks with the
stubble and extra flesh, says, "Hey Cass, your boyfriend came in."*
 *"Who?" she'd say, already annoyed.*
*"Your boyfriend with the glasses and the books. He comes in, looks
around and sees
you're not here, then turns around and leaves."*
*"Ah, probably forgot he had a class to go to," she'd say with a
contemptuous curl to
her lip, and they'd laugh together.*
So to avoid that almost-tangible possibility, I took a seat at the
counter.
"Can I get some fries?"
The cook nodded. I had a novel in my bag, but I took out my agenda book
instead. I
looked over the stuff on tomorrow -- I was going to a seminar on bug catching
that the library
was putting on for free, and I had also told Ken that I'd watch a movie with
him. I was thinking
I might be able to convince him to do the bug thing when my fries arrived.
"Well done, right?"
"Yeah, thanks!" I was always caught off guard when people recognized me.
I figured I
was pretty anonymous, bland even. Yet this was the second time in Toronto
anyone at a public
place had recognized me -- maybe I was in Sok more than I thought. I was a
"regular," I
realized with pleasure -- not a "fixture" like Frank, but a "regular." I ate
my fried potatoes with a
new relish, remembering all my past plates. I looked over at the bags of
fries, covered in icy
frosting, and gauged that I had probably bought two bags' worth in my combined
visits. I was