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The proprietor, Peter, had been giving Philip the same haircut for years and was nearly finished, but Philip was trying to kill tiun to work out at a gym every day, so they talked about his routine Then they talked about Peter’s house upstate in the Catskills Then they talked about how the neighborhood was changing Philip was dreading the set visit and the i of his former love and his current lover There was a bald difference between “love” and “lover,” the first being legiti tehtly e

This unpleasant reality had cooslavian director The director, who happened to have o Academy Awards, was an elderly old Dolce & Gabbana (and twenty years younger, about the sauessed, as he and Lola), had had to feed hieon, and his as ridiculous, but still, the e (which couldn’t be helped) and his silly wife, Philip had the ut forward to the dinner for months

Lola, intentionally or not, was on her worst behavior During a long discourse during which the director explained his next project (a oslavia in the thirties), Lola had attended to her iPhone, sending texts and even taking a call froirlfriends in Atlanta “Put it away,” Philip had hissed at her She gave hinaled to the waiter, and asked for a Jell-O shot, explaining to the table that she didn’t drink wine, as it was for old people “Stop it, Lola,” he said “You do drink wine You’ll have what everyone else is having” “I don’t drink red wine,” she pointed out “Besid

es, I need soh this dinner” She’d asked the director if he’d ever worked on any popular movies “Popular?” he’d asked, startled “Vat is zat?”

“You know,” Lola said “Movies for regular people”

“Vat is regular people?” the director asked, insulted “I thinklady such as yourself”

The old , but it had come out that way And Lola took the bait

“What’s that ht art was for the people If the people can’t understand it, what’s the point?”

“This is zee problelass of wine to his lass “Too much democracy,” he exclaimed “It’s zee death of art”

For the rest of the evening, everyone ignored Lola

In the taxi on the way back to One Fifth, Lola was fu with her hair

“What’s wrong now?” Philip had asked

“No one paid any attention to me”

“What are you talking about?” he said

“I was ignored, Philip Why should I be there if I’nored?”