“[It] leaves a trail of something bright and buzzing in Snafu’s wake, leaves its perspiration in the taxi cabin when they leave, that dizzy kind of light from rubbing your eyes too hard. Snafu tips the cabby generously and laughs at all his jokes and he winks at Eugene when he places the supermarket Evian back in the mini bar. He says he wants to drink and Eugene, laid back on his elbows, looks up at the figure standing against the lamplight. The second coming of Christ, he’s statuesque and half shadow.”