style="font-size:15px;"> “Hey, you should come to the Duke tonight,” Jimmy continued. “Gary's in town. All the old gang will be there.”
“Yes, I might.”
“God, it's been years since I've seen you in the Duke. You're becoming a bit of a recluse.”
Jimmy lit a cigarette. It was Eugene's opportunity to speak, but he didn't want to banter. He wanted to tell Jimmy he'd just got into the shower with all his clothes on. He didn't care if Jimmy made a joke of it; Jimmy would understand he was afraid. But he couldn't just say it straight out like that, and Jimmy's discomfort at the silence, his fidgeting and checking of his watch compounded Eugene's reluctance, until, to relieve the tension, Eugene blurted, “So how's your stomach?”
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