Chapter 23

Margot. Poor Margot. She doesn’t have the slightest clue how dangerous this place is. How meaningful this refuge is to Steven. How addictive, damning and receptive. How tempting to return to every Tuesday and Thursday evenings while Beth attends her religious cult, so he can speak to, smell, draw in, listen to, and devour Martin Greene and all his allure. Margot thinks that Snyder’s is harmful, a ludicrous place where the rowdy and alcoholic heathens of a male underworld play, but what would she say of this place and all its tomes, its ceiling-reaching shelves, thick dust, and Steven’s unyielding interest in its beloved owner? What would Margot think of the sexual mind-antics he suffers between these scandalous periodicals and bedtime tales?