First time they met was on a cruise, if you think of "cruise" in maybe more of a specialized way. In the wake of her separation, back in what still isn't quite The Day, from her then husband, Horst Loeffler, after too many hours indoors with the blinds drawn listening on endless repeat to Stevie Nicks singing "Landslide" on a compilation tape she ignored the rest of, drinking horrible Crown Royal Shirley Temples and chasing them with more grenadine directly from the bottle and going through a bushel per day of Kleenex, Maxine finally allowed her friend Heidi to convince her that a Caribbean cruise would somehow upgrade her mental prognosis. One day she went sniffling down the hall from her office and into the In 'n' Out Travel Agency, where she found undusted surfaces, beat-up furniture, a disheveled model of an ocean liner that shared a number of design elements with RMS Titanic. "You're in luck. We've just had a . . ." Long pause, no eye contact. "Cancellation," suggested Maxine. "You could say." The price was irresistible. To anyone in their right mind, too much so.
( Thomas Pynchon )
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