“Are you a sadist, Brett?” I asked.
“Hope not.”
“He said Brett was a sadist just because she has a good, healthy stomach.”
“Won’t be healthy long.”
Bill got Mike started on something else than Cohn. The waiter brought the absinthe glasses.
“Did you really like it?” Bill asked Cohn.
“No, I can’t say I liked it. I think it’s a wonderful show.”
“Gad, yes! What a spectacle!” Brett said.
“I wish they didn’t have the horse part,” Cohn said.
“They’re not important,” Bill said. “After a while you never notice anything disgusting.”
“It is a bit strong just at the start,” Brett said. “There’s a dreadful moment for me just when the bull starts for the horse.”
“The bulls were fine,” Cohn said.
“They were very good,” Mike said.
“I want to sit down below, next time.” Brett drank from her glass of absinthe.
“She wants to see the bullfighters close by,” Mike said.
“They are something,” Brett said. “That Romero lad is just a child.”