← I’d put my fingers in my ears. Gomez was talking, standing up there between the tables, all the guys at the paper were listening to him. In their shirtsleeves. 🔊✎
← There she is; as soon as I talk about her, I see her. It’s Gomez I want to know about and it’s her I see. Where’s Gomez? For five years. 🔊✎
← No, nothing. It’s Gomez, but he’s not talking about me. 🔊✎
← Gomez is at the paper. They’ve closed the windows, it’s winter. Six months. It’s six months since I … 🔊✎