We went to the 337 art house last night for the Gallery Stroll. My friend Trent Call's work is featured prominently. I saw former colleagues Grant and Nicole there with their kids. Years ago it wouldn't have been a surprise to see them at such a place. Funny how I used to see them everywhere, and then saw them nowhere. Anyway Nicole is working on a new novel which is pissing her off because it lacks a narrative flow.
"Faulkner!" I said, thinking of Wild Palms and Go Down, Moses.
"Yeah, right," she said in that dry Nicole-kind-of-way.