"I was; I quit. It was just a place where they put you in a box—a lawyer box, a doctor box. I didn't want to be in a box. Besides, it was expensive." Sue giggled.
"So, where are you from, Sue?"
"Michigan, same as Claude—except he's from the U.P."
"What are you doing in Woodstock?"
"Art Students League. I model and take classes."
"Should have known," Patrick said, "everyone I meet is an artist."
"You seen Jim: tall, cute?"
"I don't think so."
"He's a reader, too. He gets a pile of books and a six-pack, lies on the couch and reads all day." She looked around and sighed. "Later, Patrick." She left, relaxed and alert, like a fox on the move.
The next night she sat at his table again. "It's hot," she said.