Ed McCormac, Vanity Fair:
“Lowering my gaze to the zebra-skin rug on the floor, I found a pale, delicate ankle, a hairless shin, a slender calf, and a rather bony knee, which quickly, coyly crossed, as I glanced up, over another knee under a blue silk kimono.
This must be the lady of the house, I thought. Rachel. She reminded me of Cher, only prettier, as she sat in a chair across from the sofa, holding a telephone receiver to an ear while studying me intently with large dark eyes, curtained between sheets of shiny black hair. She was about to call someone on the phone. As she dialed, her silken kimono fell slightly away, revealing, for a second, a smooth, flat chest. And in a voice no more feminine than my own, the woman said, “Well, this is her brother, and I just wanted to let her know I’ll be away for awhile. Tell her I’ll call back.”
When Rachel got off the phone, I asked, “Where’s Lou?”
“Sleeping,” she said. “For the first time in about three days.”
Ignoring my sarcasm, Rachel asked “How are you feeling today?”
“Like shit. God, my fucking head!” I looked at her. “Have we met before?”
“Don’t you remember last night?”
“You were really out of it. Lou was worried that you were so out of it you might not know what you were doing. So we brought you back here to sleep it off.”
“Oh, he’s a real Jewish mother, Lou is, for a guy who’s supposed to be setting such a bad example for the fucked-up youth of America . . .”
“Well, he doesn’t like to see his friends getting into trouble,” Rachel said.
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