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"What do you od, I’iddily "That’s not the couple I had dinner with last night These people are not the Wallaces Do you understand, Felix? I-don’t-know-these-people"

"But that’s the picture, Victor," Felix says "That’s you"

"Yes, that’s me," I say "But who are these people, Felix?" For eraph "Ion?"

"Deluded youth," he sighs

"Where, Felix? Where?" I ask, whirling around "I don’t see anyone under sixty on this goddamn boat"

Felix motions to the bartender for another

"Felix," I say, breathing in "I think I’m scared"

"You should be, but why?"

"A lot of reasons," I whisper

"A certain amount of hardship is to be expected in this life"

"I know, I know, I need to accept the bad if I want to accept the good-oh god, Felix, just shut the fk up and look at the fking photo"

Felix’s interest rises slightly as he holds the photo closer to his face and the atue and the piano player continues with theGoes" while various extras playing soused nannies, croupiers and beverage personnel listen, rapt, and I focus on the silence surrounding the et the bartender’s attention

"It’s been altered," Felix says, clearing his throat

"How do you know?"

"You should be able to see this girl’s face" He points at Marina

"Yeah, but I think she turned ahen the flash went off"

"No," Felix says "She didn’t"