‘I’m too selfish to make poor decisions’ I offered. ‘So it’s not actually a virtue?’ Lorrie Ann asked, having apparently reassured herself that Zach was not choking on anything and now wiping his mouth with a burp cloth. ‘Your good decision-making power is actually a function of your little, black heart?’ ‘Yep, pretty much.’
‘I don’t know, your life sounds so exciting,’ Lorrie Ann went on in a gush ‘I picture you walking around campus, your mind alive with all these ideas and texts and, I mean – I know I don’t really know what you do, I can’t even imagine it, so you must think I’m so stupid even saying this – but I picture you in, like, this big library, like some library from a Borges story or something, an infinite library of all human knowledge. It makes me happy thinking that.’ I was slack-jawed at her generosity of spirit. ‘More beer?’ she said, just at the moment Arman held out the bong to me.