Cress exclaimed at the abundance of produce—the “cornucopia of delight” were his exact words, classic Cressy. Ulysses headed straight over to an outside table at Michele’s and sat down. He lit a cigarette and wondered how he could make another man’s life his own. Over here! he shouted when coffee was on its way. Coming! said Cress, who had just acquired a watermelon as big as his head.
