"You know what you look like?" Teddy Clapp said. "You
look like one of these famous actors pretending to be a farmer.
You imagine Al Pacino or what's-his-name wearing a pair of
fucking over-alls? It's ludicrous."
"You got to blend in," Mo Rosen said.
"You know who I'm talking about? The guy with the nose?"
"This is a little jerkwater agricultural town. You come
in there wearing your quote unquote handmade suit, looking like some fucking pimp, what are
these people gonna do? Remember you, that's what."
"With the nose, man. With the nose." Teddy Clapp snapped
his fingers, trying to think of the actor. "He was in that movie
where he played this woman on a soap opera, Kramer vs. Kramer,
The Graduate, all that stuff."
"Dustin Hoffman," Ed said, looking up from the TV. He was
watching Cops on Fox.
"You got to blend in," Mo said. "Hence, overalls."
"Hence? Hence! Hence?"
Then Mo stuck his finger up in Teddy's face. "And don't
be talking about my fucking nose."
"Hence?
"I have just one word for you," Ed said.
"Plastics."
Teddy didn't like the look in Mo's eyes or the way his
finger was trembling up there about an inch from Teddy's left
eye. It was the kind of a thing made you nervous about a guy.
