"Interesting," Arlen said. "Very attractive."
"What do you think makes someone attractive?" Oliver asked.
"Hmmm. Physical health. Energy. Integrity is most important, I think."
"Integrity," Oliver imagined Jacky and then Suzanne.
"Of course, it's different for everybody. We all have our weaknesses. Little things. Porter's forearms, for instance—the way they swell up from his wrist. As soon as I saw them, I thought, oh, oh . . ."
"Lucky Porter," Oliver said.
"Olive Oil!" George bounced in from the ell. "Hi, Arlen, how're you doing?"
"Just fine, George."
"Bazumas, Olive Oil! My God! I thought I'd never see her again. I asked if I could paint her. She said yes but I'd have to drive to Maryland." George hung his head. "It's a curse—art."
"Maryland's just down the way," Arlen said.