ON MY LATEST, and best, phony go out, we clothed as if for a wedding: match and link personally, little black dress on her. We danced, we consumed, we whispered wisecracks. We amused each other, we displayed. We produced an attempt, and complimented both for this. It was a night while I felt that she at 26 and I at 31 got developed into our selves entirely, a night whenever I noticed that their sight had been inky decorative mirrors on the night heavens, petroleum pools dotted with expensive diamonds.