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She listed in the diary what topics she could expect to talk about with different people, wrote down the points she would try to make, anticipating when she was most likely to stutter and getting herself thoroughly preparedHow could she bear the hardship of all that self-consciousness? The planning required of her to make the spontaneous unspontaneous, the persistence with which she refused to shrink from these tedious tasks–was that what the arrogant son of a bitch had meant by “a vindictive exercise”? It was unflagging commitment the likes of which the Swede had never known, not even in himself that fall they turned him into a football player and, reluctant as he was to go banging heads in a sport whose violence he never really liked, he did it, excelled at it, “for the good of the school
But none of what she diligently worked at did Merry an ounce of goodIn the quiet, safe cocoon of her speech therapist’s office, taken out of her world, she was said to be terrifically at home with herself, to speak flawlessly, make jokes, imitate people, singBut outside again, she saw it coming, started to go around it, would do anything, anything, to avoid the next word beginning with a b–and soon she was sputtering all over the place, and what a field day that psychiatrist had the next Saturday with the letter b and “what it unconsciously signified to her Or what m or c or g “unconsciously signified And yet nothing of what he surmised meant a goddamn thingNone of his great ideas disposed of a single one of her difficultiesNothing anybody said meant anything or, in the end, made any senseThe replica santos cartier psychiatrist didn’t help, the speech therapist’s strategies didn’t help, the stuttering diary didn’t help, he didn’t help, Dawn didn’t help, not even the light, crisp enunciation of Audrey Hepburn made the slightest dentShe was simply in the hands of something she could not get out of
And then it was too late: like some innocent in a fairy story who has been tricked into drinking the noxious potion, the grasshopper child who used to scramble delightedly up and down the furniture and across every available lap in her black leotard all at once shot up, broke out, grew stout–she thickened across the back and the neck, stopped brushing her teeth and combing her hair; she ate almost nothing she was served at home but at school and out alone ate virtually all the time, cheeseburgers with French fries, pizza, BLTs, fried onion rings, vanilla milk shakes, root beer floats, ice cream with fudge sauce, and cake of any kind, so that almost overnight she became large, a large, loping, slovenly sixteen-year-old, nearly six feet tall, nicknamed by her schoolmates Ho Chi Levov
And the impediment became the machete with which to mow all the bastard liars down”You f-f-fucking madman! You heartless mi-mi-mi-miserable m-monster!” she snarled at Lyndon Johnson whenever his face appeared on the seven o’clock newsInto the televised face of Humphrey, the vice president, she cried, “You prick, sh-sh-shut your lying m-m-mouth, you c-c-coward, you f-f-f-f-filthy fucking collaborator!” When her father, as a member of the ad hoc group calling itself New Jersey Businessmen Against the War, went down to Washington omega automatic seamaster with the steering committee to visit their senator, Merry refused his invitation to come along”But,” said the Swede, who had never belonged to a political group before and would not have joined this one and volunteered for the steering committee and paid a thousand dollars toward their protest ad in the Newark News had he not hoped his conspicuous involvement might deflect a little of her anger away from him, “this is your chance to say what’s on your mind to Senator CaseYou can confront him directlyIsn’t that what you want?”
“Merry,” said her petite mother to the large glowering girl, “you might be able to influence Senator Case–”
“C-c-c-c-c-c-c-case!” erupted Merry and, to the astonishment of her parents, proceeded to spit on the tiled kitchen floor
She was on the phone now all the time, the child who formerly had to run through her telephone “strategy” just to be sure that when she picked up the phone she could get out the word “Hello” in under thirty secondsShe had conquered the anguishing stutter all right, but not as her parents and her therapist had hopedNo, Merry concluded that what was deforming her life wasn’t the stuttering but the futile effort to overturn itThe ridiculous significance she had given to that stutter to meet the Rimrock expectations of the very parents and teachers and friends who had caused her to so overestimate something as secondary as the way she talkedNot what she said but how she said it was all that bothered themAnd all she really had to do to be free of it was to not give a shit about how it made them so miserable when she had to pronounce the rolex chain letter bYes, she cut herself away from caring about the abyss that opened up under everybody’s feet when she started stuttering; her stuttering was no longer going to be the center of her existence–and she’d make damn sure that it wasn’t going to be the center of theirsVehemently she renounced the appearance and the allegiances of the good little girl who had tried so hard to be adorable and lovable like all the other good little Rimrock girls–renounced her meaningless manners, her petty social concerns, her family’s “bourgeois” valuesShe had wasted enough time on the cause of herself”I’m not going to spend my whole life wrestling day and night with a fucking stutter when kids are b-b-b-being b-b-b-b-b-bu-bu-bu roasted alive by Lyndon B-b-b-baines b-b-b-bu-bu-burn-’em-up Johnson!”
All her energy came right to the surface now, unimpeded, the force of resistance that had previously been employed otherwise; and by no longer bothering with the ancient obstruction, she experienced not only her full freedom for the first time in her life but the exhilarating power of total self-certaintyA brand-new Merry had begun, one who’d found, in opposing the “v-v-v-vile” war, a difficulty to fight that was worthy, at last, of her truly stupendous strengthNorth Vietnam she called the Democratic Republic of Vietnam, a country she spoke of with such patriotic feeling that, according to Dawn, one would have thought she’d been born not at the Newark Beth Israel but at the Beth Israel in Hanoi’”The Democratic Republic of Vietnam’–if I hear that from her one more time, Seymour, I swear, I’ll go out of my chanel tote mind!” He tried to convince her that perhaps it wasn’t as bad as it sounded”Merry has a credo, Dawn, Merry has a political positionThere may not be much subtlety in it, she may not yet be its best spokesman, but there is some thought behind it, there’s certainly a lot of emotion behind it, there’s a lot of compassion behind it
But there was now no conversation she had with her daughter that did not drive Dawn, if not out of her mind, out of the house and into the barnThe Swede would overhear Merry fighting with her every time the two of them were alone together for two minutes”Some people,” Dawn says, “would be perfectly happy to have parents who are contented middle-class people
“I’m sorry I’m not brainwashed enough to be one of them,” Merry replies”You’re a sixteen-year-old girl,” Dawn says, “and I can tell you what to do and I will tell you what to do
“Just because I’m sixteen doesn’t make me a g-g-girl! I do what I w-w-want!”
“You’re not antiwar,” Dawn says, “you’re anti everything
“And what are you, Mom? You’re pro c-c-c-cow!”
Night after night now Dawn went to bed in tears”What is she? What is this?” she asked the Swede”If someone simply defies your authority, what can you do?
Seymour, I’m totally puzzledHow did this happen?”
“It happens,” he told her”She’s a kid with a strong will
“Where did this come from? It’s inexplicableAm I a bad mother? Is that it?”
“You are a good motherYou are a wonderful mother
“I don’t know why she’s turned against me like thisI don’t have any sense of what I did to her or even what she perceives I did to herI don’t know what’s borse gucci happened

“You’re never to do that againYou’re never to stay over with people who we don’t knowWho are these people?”
“Never say never
“Who are the people you stayed with?”
“They’re friends of Sh-sherry’sFrom the music school
“I don’t believe you
“Why? You can’t b-b-b-believe that I might have friends? That people might like me–you don’t b-b-b-believe that? That people might put me up for the night–you don’t b-b-b-believe that? What do you b-b-b-b-b-b-b-believe in?”
“You’re sixteen years oldYou cannot stay over in New York City
“Stop reminding me of how old I am
“When you went off yesterday we expected torebki louis vuitton you back at six o’clockAt seven o’clock at night you phoned to say you’re staying overYou said you had a place to stay
“But you can’t do it againIf you do it again, you will never be allowed to go into New York by yourself
“Says who?”
“Your father
“I’ll make a deal with you
“What’s the deal, Father?”
“If you ever go into New York again and you find it’s getting late and you have to stay somewhere, you stay with the Umanoffs
“The Umanoffs?”
“They like you, you like them, they’ve known you all your lifeThey have a very nice apartment
“Well, the people I stayed with have a very nice apartment replica santos cartier too
“Who are they?”
“I told you, they’re Sh-sherry’s friends
“Who are they?”
“Bill and Melissa
“And who are Bill and Melissa?”
“They’re p-p-p-people
“What do they do for a living? How old are they?”
“Melissa’s twenty-two
“Are they students?”
“They were studentsNow they organize people for the betterment of the Vietnamese
“Where do they live?”
“What are you going to do, come and get me?”
“I’d like to know where they liveThere are all sorts of neighborhoods in New YorkSome are good, some aren’t
“They live in a perfectly fine neighborhood and a perfectly fine gucci back pack b-b-b-b-building
“Where?”
“They live up in Morningside Heights
“Are they Columbia students?”
“They were
“How many people stay in this apartment?”
“I don’t see why I have to answer all these questions
“Because you’re my daughter and you are sixteen years old
“So for the rest of my life, because I’m your daughter–”
“No, when you are eighteen and graduate high school, you can do whatever you want
“So the difference we’re talking about here is two years
“And what’s the b-big thing that’s going to happen in two years?”
“You will be an independent person who can support herself
“I can support myself now if I quilted chanel bags w-w-w-w-wanted to
“I don’t want you to stay with Bill and Melissa
“W-w-w-why?”
“It’s my responsibility to look after youI want you to stay with the UmanoffsIf you can agree to do that, then you can go to New York and stay overOtherwise you won’t be permitted to go there at all
“I’m in there to stay with the people I want to stay with
“Then you’re not going to New York
“There is no ‘we’ll see’ You’re not going and that’s the end of it
“I’d like to see you stop meIf you can’t agree to stay with the Umanoffs, then you can’t go to New York
“What about the war–”
“My responsibility is to you and not to the costume jewelry chanel wa

I called the worst person to call in the worldThis is a guy who wields a knife for a livingRemedies what is ailing with a knifeCuts out what is rotting with a knifeI am on the ropes, I am dealing with something that nobody can deal with, and for him it’s business as usual–he just keeps coming at me with his knife
“I’m not the renegade,” the Swede says”I’m not the renegade–you are
“No, you’re not the renegadeYou’re the one who does everything right
“I don’t follow thisYou say that like an insult Angrily he says, “What the hell is wrong with doing things right?”
“NothingExcept that’s what your daughter has been blasting away at all her lifeYou don’t dior china reveal yourself to people, SeymourYou keep yourself a secretNobody knows what you areYou certainly never let her know who you areThat’s what she’s been blasting away at–that facadeAll your fucking normsTake a good look at what she did to your norms
“I don’t know what you want from meYou’ve always been too smart for meIs this your response? Is this it?”
“You win the trophyYou always make the right moveYou’re loved by everybodyYou marry Miss New Jersey, for God’s sakeThere’s thinking for youWhy did you marry her? For the appearanceWhy do you do everything? For the appearance!”
“I loved her! I opposed my own father I loved her so much!”
Jerry is costume jewelry chanel laughing”Is that what you believe? You really think you stood up to him? You married her because you couldn’t get out of itDad raked her over the coals in his office and you sat there and didn’t say shitWell, isn’t that true?”
“My daughter is in that room, JerryWhat is this all about?”
But Jerry does not hear himHe hears only himselfWhy is this Jerry’s grand occasion to tell his brother the truth? Why does someone, in the midst of your worst suffering, decide the time has come to drive home, disguised in the form of character analysis, all the contempt they have been harboring for you for all these years? What in your suffering makes their superiority so fendi big fulsome, so capacious, makes the expression of it so enjoyable? Why this occasion for launching his protest at living in the shadow of me? Why, if he had to tell me all this, couldn’t he have told it to me when I was feeling my oats? Why does he even believe he’s in my shadow? Miami’s biggest cardiac surgeon! The heart victim’s savior, DrLevov!
“Dad? He fucking let you slide through–don’t you know that? If Dad had said, ‘Look, you’ll never get my approval for this, never, I am not having grandchildren half this and half that,’ then you would have had to make a choiceBut you never had to make a choiceBecause he let you slide throughEverybody has always let you torebki louis vuitton slide throughAnd that is why, to this day, nobody knows who you areYou are unrevealed–that is the story, Seymour, unrevealedThat is why your own daughter decided to blow you awayYou are never straight about anything and she hated you for itYou keep yourself a secretYou don’t choose ever
“Why are you saying this? What do you want me to choose? What are we talking about?”
“You think you know what a man is? You have no idea what a man isYou think you know what a daughter is? You have no idea what a daughter isYou think you know what this country is? You have no idea what this country isYou have a false image of everythingAll you know is what a fucking motorcycle balenciaga glove

All there was for him to cling to as the entire enterprise of his life continued careering toward destruction–a dinner party
To the candlelit terrace he duteously returned, while bearing within him everything that he could not understand
Dishes had been cleared, the salad eaten, and dessert served, fresh strawberry-rhubarb pie from McPherson’sThe Swede saw that the guests had rearranged themselves for the last courseOrcutt, hiding still the vicious shit that he was behind the Hawaiian shirt and the raspberry trousers, had moved across the table and sat talking with the Umanoffs, all of them amiable and laughing together now that Deep Throat was off the agendaDeep Throat had never been the real subject anywayBoiling away beneath Deep Throat was the far more disgusting and transgressive subject of Merry, of Sheila, of Shelly, of Orcutt and Dawn, of wantonness and betrayal and deception, of treachery and disunity among neighbors and friends, the subject of crueltyThe mockery of human integrity, every ethical obligation destroyed–that was the subject here tonight!
The Swede’s mother had come around black chanel quilted to sit beside Dawn, who was talking with the Salzmans, and his father and Jessie were nowhere to be seen
Dawn asked, “Important?”
“The Czech guyThe information I wantedWhere’s my dad?”
He waited for her to say “Dead,” but after she looked around she mouthed only “Don’t know” and turned back to Shelly and Sheila
“Daddy left with MrsOrcutt,” his mother whispered”They went somewhere together
Orcutt came up to himThey were the same size, both big men, but the Swede had always been the stronger, going back to their twenties, to when Merry was born and the Levovs moved out to Old Rimrock from their apartment on Elizabeth Avenue in Newark and the newcomer had showed up for the Saturday morning touch-football games back of Orcutt’s houseOut there just for the fun of it, to enjoy the fresh air and the feel of the ball and the camaraderie, to make some new friends, the Swede had not the slightest inclination to appear showy or superior, except when he simply had no choice: when Orcutt, who off the field had never been other than kind and considerate, began to use his hands more recklessly than the big black bag Swede considered sportsmanlike–in a way that the Swede considered cheap and irritating, for a pickup game the worst sort of behavior even if Orcutt’s team did happen to have fallen behindAfter it had occurred for two weeks in a row, he decided the third week to do what he of course could have done at any time–to dump himAnd so, near the end of the game, with a single, swift maneuver–employing the other person’s weight to do the damage–he managed at once to catch a long pass from Bucky Robinson and to make sure Orcutt was sprawled in the grass at his feet, before he pranced away to pile on the scorePranced away and thought, of all things, “I don’t like being looked down on,” the words that Dawn had used to decline joining The Orcutt Family Cemetery TourHe had not realized, not till he was speeding alone toward the goal line, how much Dawn’s assailability had gotten to him nor how unsettled he was by the remotest likelihood (a likelihood that, to her face, he had dismissed) of his wife’s being ridiculed out here for growing up in Elizabeth the daughter of an Irish plumberWhen, after scoring, he turned purse logo around and saw Orcutt still on the ground, he thought, “Two hundred years of Morris County history, flat on its ass–that’ll teach you to look down on Dawn LevovNext time you’ll play the whole game on your ass,” before trotting back up the field to see if Orcutt was all right
The Swede knew that once he got him on the floor of the terrace he would have no difficulty in slamming Orcutt’s head against the flagstones as many times as might be required to get him into that cemetery with his distinguished clanYes, something is wrong with this guy, there always was, and the Swede had known it all along–knew it from those terrible paintings, knew it from the reckless use of his hands in a backyard pickup game, knew it even at the cemetery, when for one solid hour Orcutt got to goyishly regale a Jewish sightseerYes, big dissatisfaction there right from the startDawn said it was art, modern art, when all the time, baldly displayed on their living room wall, was William Orcutt’s dissatisfactionBut now he has my wifeInstead of that misfortune Jessie, he’s got revamped and revitalized Miss New Jersey of 1949Got chanel quilted replica it made, got it all now, the greedy, thieving son of a bitch
“Your father’s a good man,” Orcutt said”Jessie doesn’t usually get all this attention when she goes outIt’s why she doesn’t go outHe’s a very generous manHe doesn’t hold anything back, does he? Nothing left undisclosedYou get the whole personAn amazing person, reallyComing from where I do, you have to envy all that
Oh, I’ll bet you do, you son of a bitchLaugh at us, you fucker
“Where are they?” the Swede asked
“He told her there’s only one way to eat a fresh piece of pieThat’s sitting at a kitchen table with a nice cold glass of milkI guess they’re in the kitchen with the milkJessie’s learning a lot more about making a glove than she may ever need to know, but that’s all right tooI hope you didn’t mind that I couldn’t leave her home
“We wouldn’t want you to leave her home
“You’re all very understanding
“I was looking at the model of your house,” the Swede told him, “in Dawn’s study But what he was looking at was a mole on the left side of Orcutt’s face, a dark mole buried in the crease that ran from his nose to the corner of his motorcycle balenciaga mo

Why don’t you educate people here about the war? This is part of America too, you know
“These people are Americans, MerryYou can be actively against the war right here in the villageYou don’t have to go to New York
“Yeah, I can be against the war in our living room
“You can be against the war at the Community Club
“All twenty people
“Morristown is the county seatGo into Morristown on SaturdaysThere are people there who are against the warJudge Fontane is against the war, you know thatAvery is against the warThey signed the ad with meThe old judge went to Washington with mePeople around here weren’t very happy to see my name there, you knowBut that’s my positionYou can organize a march in MorristownYou can work on the march
“And the Morristown High School paper is going to cover itThat’ll get the troops out of Vietnam
“I understand you’re quite vocal about the war at Morristown High alreadyWhy do you even bother if you don’t think it matters? You do think it mattersEveryone’s point of view in America matters in terms of this warStart in your chanel earrings fake hometown, MerryThat’s the way to end the war
“Revolutions don’t b-b-begin in the countryside
“We’re not talking about revolution
“You’re not talking about revolution
And that was the last conversation they ever had to have about New YorkInterminable, but he was patient and reasonable and firm and it workedAs far as he knew, she did not go to New York againShe took his advice and stayed at home, and, after turning their living room into a battlefield, after turning Morristown High into a battlefield, she went out one day and blew up the post office, destroying right along with it DrFred Conlon and the village’s general store, a small wooden building with a community bulletin board out front and a single old Sunoco pump and the metal pole on which Russ Hamlin–who, with his wife, owned the store and ran the post office–had raised the American flag every morning since Warren Gamaliel Harding was president of the United States

II

The Fall

A tiny, bone-white girl who looked half Merry’s age but claimed to be some six years older, a Miss Rita Cohen, came chanel classic flap to the Swede four months after Merry’s disappearanceShe was dressed like DrKing’s successor, Ralph Abernathy, in freedom-rider overalls and ugly big shoes, and a bush of wiry hair emphatically framed her bland baby faceHe should have recognized immediately who she was–for the four months he had been waiting for just such a person–but she was so tiny, so young, so ineffectual-looking that he could barely believe she was at the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School of Business and Finance (doing a thesis on the leather industry in Newark, New Jersey), let alone the provocateur who was Merry’s mentor in world revolution
On the day she showed up at the factory, the Swede had not known that Rita Cohen had undertaken some fancy footwork–in and out through the basement door beneath the loading dock–so as to elude the surveillance team the FBI had assigned to observe from Central Avenue the arrival and departure of everyone visiting his office
Three, four times a year someone either called or wrote to ask permission to see the plantIn the old days, Lou Levov, gucci indy bag busy as he might be, always made time for the Newark school classes, or Boy Scout troops, or visiting notables chaperoned by a functionary from City Hall or the Chamber of CommerceThough the Swede didn’t get nearly the pleasure his father did from being an authority on the glove trade, though he wouldn’t claim his father’s authority on anything pertaining to the leather industry–pertaining to anything else, either–occasionally he did assist a student by answering questions over the phone or, if the student struck him as especially serious, by offering a brief tour
Of course, had he known beforehand that this student was no student but his fugitive daughter’s emissary, he would never have arranged their meeting to take place at the factoryWhy Rita hadn’t explained to the Swede whose emissary she was, said nothing about Merry until the tour had been concluded, was undoubtedly so she could size up the Swede first; or maybe she said nothing for so long the better to enjoy toying with himMaybe she just enjoyed the powerMaybe she was just another politician and the chloe paddington handbag enjoyment of power lay behind much of what she did
Because the Swede’s desk was separated from the making department by glass partitions, he and the women at the machines could command a clear view of one anotherHe had instituted this arrangement so as to wrest relief from the mechanical racket while maintaining access between himself and the floorHis father had refused to be confined to any office, glass-enclosed or otherwise: just planted his desk in the middle of the making room’s two hundred sewing machines–royalty right at the heart of the overcrowded hive, the swarm around him whining its buzz-saw bee buzz while he talked to his customers and his contractors on the phone and simultaneously plowed through his paperworkOnly from out on the floor, he claimed, could he distinguish within the contrapuntal din the sound of a Singer on the fritz and with his screwdriver be over the machine before the girl had even alerted her forelady to the troubleVicky, Newark Maid’s elderly black forelady, so testified (with her brand of wry admiration) at his retirement balenciaga handbags motorcycle banquet

Took her for a black-and-white soda after the movieBut a black-and-white doesn’t mean a soda anymore on Bergen StreetIt means the worst kind of hatred in the worldA car coming the wrong way on a one-way street and they ram meFour kids drooping out the windowsTwo of them get out, laughing, joking, and point a gun at my headI hand over the keys and one of them takes off in my carRight in front of what used to be Henry’sIt’s something horribleThey ram cop cars in broad daylightTo explode the air bagsHeard of doughnuting? Doing doughnuts? You haven’t heard about this? This is what they steal the cars forTop speed, they slam on the brakes, yank the emergency brake, twist the steering wheel, and the car starts spinningWheeling the car in circles at tremendous speedsKilling pedestrians means nothing to themKilling motorists means nothing to themKilling themselves means fendi b nothing to themThe skid marks are enough to frighten youThey killed a woman right out in front of our place, same week my car was stolenI was leaving for the dayIt made my blood run coldJust driving her own car out of 2nd Street, and this woman, young black woman, gets itTwo days later it’s one of my own employeesBut they don’t care, black, white doesn’t matter to themFellow named Clark Tyler, my shipping guy–all he’s doing is pulling out of our lot to go homeTwelve hours of surgery, four months in a hospitalHead injuries, internal injuries, broken pelvis, broken shoulder, fractured spineA high-speed chase, crazy kid in a stolen car and the cops are chasing him, and the kid plows right into him, crushes the driver’s-side door, and that’s it for ClarkEighty miles an hour down Central AvenueThe car thief is twelve years oldTo see over the wheel he has to roll up the floor mats mulberry leather to sit onSix months in Jamesburg and he’s back behind the wheel of another stolen carNo, that was it for me, tooMy car’s robbed at gunpoint, they cripple Clark, the woman gets killed–that week did itewark Maid manufactured now exclusively in Puerto RicoFor a while, after leaving Newark, he’d contracted with the Communist government in Czechoslovakia and divided the work between his own factory in Ponce, Puerto Rico, and a Czech glove factory in BrnoHowever, when a plant that suited him went up for sale in Aguadilla, Puerto Rico, over near Mayagiiez, he’d bailed out on the Czechs, whose bureaucracy had been irritating from the start, and unified his manufacturing operation by purchasing a second Puerto Rico facility, another good-sized factory, moved in the machinery, started a training program, and hired an additional three hundred peopleBy the eighties, though, even chanel classic flap Puerto Rico began to grow expensive and about everybody but Newark Maid fled to wherever in the Far East the labor force was abundant and cheap, to the Philippines first, then Korea and Taiwan, and now to China
Even baseball gloves, the most American glove of all, which used to be made by friends of his father’s, the Denkerts up in Johnstown, New York, for a long time now had been manufactured in KoreaWhen the first guy left Gloversville, New York, in ’52 or ’53 and went to the Philippines to make gloves, they laughed at him, as though he were going to the moonBut when he died, around 1978, he had a factory there with four thousand workers and the whole industry had gone essentially from Gloversville to the PhilippinesUp in Gloversville, when the Second World War began, there must have been ninety glove factories, big and smallToday there isn’t a one–all of them out cartier santos de cartier of business or importers from abroad, “people who don’t know a fourchette from a thumb,” the Swede said”They’re business people, they know if they need a hundred thousand pair of this and two hundred thousand pair of that in so many colors and so many sizes, but they don’t know the details on how to get it done
“What’s a fourchette?” I asked”The part of the glove between the fingersThose small oblong pieces between the fingers, they’re die-cut along with the thumbs–those are the fourchettesToday you’ve got a lot of underqualified people, probably don’t know half what I knew when I was five, and they’re making some pretty big decisionsA guy buying deerskin, which can run up to maybe three dollars and fifty cents a foot for a garment grade, he’s buying this fine garment-grade deerskin to cut a little palm patch to go on a pair of ski glovesI talked to him just the other cartier santos 100

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