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Barbara made a painedlook. "You think she. . .has some kind of power?"
     
         " Idon't know, Babs," Liz said,
"I'll just be glad when we all leave for the theatre. I wish Val would get
here so we can get out of here."
     
         "Yes," Barbara
nodded, then whistled softly. "I agree."
     
         She watched Liz finishing
with her make-up and putting on her earrings. "Well, let's forget it for
now," Liz told her. "There's enough angst going on with the
awards."
     
         "That's for sure,"
Barbara agreed.
     
         "How are things with
you and Max? Still bad?" Liz asked.
     
         "Still bad,"
Barbara said, "We haven't made love for a year." She made a scornful
sound, "Made love," she said. "We never did. We fucked
occasionally."
     
         "I'm sorry, Babs."
Liz patted her arm.
     
         "Oh, it's not so
bad," Barbara said. "I don't even miss it now."
     
         "Well, you should,"
Liz said firmly. "You should get a divorce or, at least, get a
lover."
     
         "I dunno," Barbara
shrugged. "It just doesn't seem to matter anymore."
     
         "Well, don't say that. They demand sex when they
want it or get it elsewhere. Why shouldn't we do the same?"
     
         "I suppose,"
Barbara said. She heard Max's voice rise in scornful volume in the living room.
"There he goes again,"she said.
     
     
     
     
     
    * * *
     
     
     
         "The failure is that of
society, Max," David said.
     
         "Oh, bullshit,"
Max said. "Facts are facts. It's still a man's world. It works better that
way."
     
         "It doesn't seem to be
working too well at all," David said.
     
         "Well, it'd be worse if
women ran the show. Let's face it, they are the inferior sex."
     
         "Are they, Max?"
David said. "They live longer. Resist stress better. Adapt to the
environment better. It's really nota man's world at all anymore. The women are
right up there with us. Or—maybe psychologically, 'somewhere above us',"
he clucked. "Not that it does them that much good."
     
         "I don't agree with you
at all, Doc," Max said.
     
         Charlie pushed to his
feet."I need more Scotch," he said, moving toward the bar.
     
         "Maybe we should all
freshen our drinks," David said, "I feel a debate coming on." He
stood and followed Charlie. "You have enough to drink?" he asked
Ganine.
     
         She smiled and nodded, a
vague expression on her face. He wondered what her reaction was to what he and
Max had just been talking about.
     
         "Yeah, bring the gin
bottle over here," Max said. "And a thimbleful of Vermouth."
     
         Nothing was said as Charlie
refilled his glass and David added tonic water to his drink. "You're not
going to give credence to that asshole, are you?" Charlie murmured. David
smiled.
     
         They had just re-seated
themselves when Liz and Barbara came in. Liz made a point of not looking at
Ganine, unwilling to confront whatever irritation plus uneasiness she felt.
     
         "We were just
discussing your hubby's program this afternoon," Max said.
     
         "Oh?" Liz looked
mildly interested. "What was it about?"
     
         "Oh, some pathetic
broad was bitching about how miserable she was being a woman."
     
         "And—?" Liz had
tensed slightly.
     
          "And— your hubby told her that he thought women's lib was failing."
     
         Liz looked at David in
displeased surprise. "You saidthat?"
     
         "Well, not exactly.
What I said was—"
     
         "It isn't failing," Liz cut him off.
"It's getting more successful all the time. That's obvious."
     
         "I wish I could believe
that," David said.
     
         She looked amazed. "How
can you say such a
thing?" she challenged.
     
         "Because I think
there's been very little attempt by men to make contact with the feminine. . . essence, if you will."
     
          "So
what?" she said, "That's their problem, not