The smell, sweet oil burning. A bed full, covered with an overstuffed comforter, tossed aside. On the floor, Tab squirmed, Vanity smiled, grinding her heel into his back.
  "Oh, hi, Barry," Tab and I were just settling up.
  "Barry, be a dear remove Vanity's heal from my spine?"
  "Shut up." Barry looked around at the paintings: The Grand Canyon, Amarillo Bay rest home, monks, everything he had been through and a bout twelve dozen more.