Paradise 精彩片段：
13
VERONICA is missing. Not precisely missing, absent, rather. For several days nobody mentions the fact. Then on a Monday Anne says, "I wonder where the hell Veronica is."
"Probably with Thag," Dore says.
"Thag? Who is Thag?" Simon asks.
"Guy she met at the laundromat," Anne says. "Hes a broker. Hes with Smith Barney."
"If hes a broker whats he doing at the laundro?mat?"
"So hes thrifty. She should have called, though."
"Probably having a great time. The time of her life," says Dore. "Theyre probably sitting there drinking Dom Perignon and buying and selling Carbide right now." Dore reads the financial pages of the newspapers carefully and has fifty shares in a concern that is mar?keting a corrective for dry eye, or the inability to tear, a painful and depressing condition that afflicts hundreds of thousands of Americans and countless foreigners, she says.
"What kind of a name is Thag?" Simon asks irrita?bly.
"I think its a beautiful name," Dore says. "Very Scandinavian."
"Well if she doesnt get her ass back here pretty damn quick Im going to give her bed away."
"Simon!" Anne exclaims. "Youre being possessive!"
"I dont mean it."
"I know. Thats the hell of it."
"You dont want me to be possessive."