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"Victor, you went to school with her"

"I didn’t go to school with her, baby," Iover at Ross Bleckner and his new boyfriend, Mrs Ross Bleckner, a guy who used to work at a club in Aansett called Salaive me if I’hts another cigarette, finally sips the cha to cale, Victor?"

"Literally or figuratively?"

"Is there a difference with you?" she asks "How can you be so dense?"

"I don’t know, baby It’s soene displacement"

"I can’t listen to this You complain about Baxter Priestly’s naeon and Na Na"

"Hey," I finally snap, "and you slept with Charlie Sheen We all have our little faults"

"I should’ve just had dinner with Baxter," she ne, a little sorbet I’ a joint so we can calaht-the new male waif, underfed, wild-haired, lance nervously over at Chloe, then segue beautifully into: "The whole grunge aesthetic has ruined the look of the A for the ’80s"

"Only you would say that, Victor"

"Anyway, I’ames"

"Like you wouldn’t dump me for Daryl Hannah"

"Baby, I’d dump you for John-John if I really wanted the publicity" Pause,up "That’s not, urab her "Coain, my cheek now damp because Chloe’s hair is alet and slicked back with coconut oil "Baby? Why isn’t your hair ever dry?"

Video caet Cliff to tell Eric to make sure they come nowhere near Chloe M People turns into mid-period Elvis Costello which turns into new Better Than Ezra I order a bowl of raspberry sorbet and try to cheer Chloe up by turning it into a Prince song: "She ate a raspberry sorbet The kind you find at the Bowery Bar"

Chloe just stares glumly at her plate

"Honey, that’s a plate of cilantro What’s the story?"