In the silence of that drawn out minute, my roommate, who was still on the phone, said, “And the gown? It’s cream with chartreuse rhomboids on it! Jesus, Ross, you haveto get me out of here! Chartreuse clashes with my eyes!” My eyes were still on Lefty’s face but he had squeezed his eyes shut and was biting his lip. “And my asshurts!” my roommate ended.