Women's Work

Riki is vacuuming the living room with less enthusiasm than anyone you have ever seen. He stands dispiritedly in one place, near the door to the balcony, and makes half-hearted sweeps around him with the nozzle. Jonathan, on the other hand, is bounding around in one of his excesses of energy, organising people, carrying armloads of boxes, records, blankets, equipment down to the van. He picks up something

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you can't see, from where you're sitting on the ledge of the balcony chatting to Fima, and yells to Riki, ‘Hey whose is this penis enlarger, man?’

Riki doesn't even look up from his limp Wilma the Happy Housewife impression. ‘Lucien's,’ he says, without missing a beat.