Once all three were in the room, James and William sat on the sofa leaving Emma standing in front of them. She awkwardly crossed her arms over her che...t, feeling a little like a prize pig on show, or a prostitute in a whore-house line-up. "Uncross your arms," came the harsh order, and Emma did so, looking at James with surprised hurt in her eyes. He had never spoken to her like that before, even when she had told him she had cheated on him. "Don't look me in the eyes, bitch." She dropped her. Her back ached and every muscle in her body protested as she moved. The sofa bed was hideously uncomfortable but it beat sleeping in a bus shelter. It was still fairly dark outside and Nicole wondered what time it was – her watch was back in the bedroom of her old flat so she had no way of telling. But she didn’t want to think about the ‘old flat’, so she erased the thought. Pushing the duvet off her legs, she stood up yawning heavily. After the bathroom, she needed a drink – her mouth felt. ‘Shit!’ she said as she stepped in, going only as far as her ankles, Jamie was swearing too, with her arms wrapped around her shoulders. Christina pounded down the dock with Tommy right behind her, and the two of them leapt into the air, tucked into cannonballs leaving Jamie and Julliette screaming as the freezing water splashed them. Even Tommy came up yelling though, ‘Man, that is fucking cold!’ he shouted and began swimming vigorously away from the shore with that damned Christina right. ”“Right. But Norman Ives and Frank Stella made works of art using letters or parts of letters forty or more years ago. Saul Steinberg first publishedsome of his work in 1936, and his first in The New Yorker in 1941. So, I don’t know where Floyd’s work falls.”“Right. I’m going to wash my face. You see if there’s anything to eat. And then we’ll talk.”Rachel had changed into a kimono and had put out several cheeses, some bread, a sliced tomato, crackers, and two whites, each under a.