“God, Tuck, we were good together.” “Good at what?” “Fool, you’re supposed to look at me in a fond and nostalgic way, smiling ruefully.” “You wore gloves to bed.” “I still do.” “Gloves, eyeshades and socks.” “You know my flaws. You always did. I’m ultrasensitive to many things.” “Sunlight, air, food, water, sex.” “Carcinogenic, every one of them.”
