I got milk and newspapers from the nearby macolet, the store that sells everything. Its youthful Russian proprietor also supplied me with wine, a bottle every other day. To polish off a bottle of wine in forty-eight hours is not to have an uncontrollable habit; still, after a few months, I became defensive. “I want you to know,” I said while paying for a Tuesday-Wednesday fix, “that I buy a lot of wine because I have a lot of company.” He looked at me intently. “I'm so glad,” he said, with Chekhovian economy.
I was dispatching the wine myself, as we both knew.
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