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  4. 80. I COULD FEEL the damp heat of his breath.
  5. 79. I COULD FEEL the even pressure of his teeth.
  6. 78. AND THEN, as Roger, eyes closed, continued to chew the soggy, sour mess -- Martin leaned down and kissed the tendons of my neck.
  7. 77. HE BROUGHT IT to his lips.
  8. 76. HE SMILED BRAVELY and closed his eyes. He held the third section of the fruit in his palm.
  9. 75. HE SQUINTED AND TOOK the first bite. He coughed, then took a second bite. Tears began to flow down his cheeks.
  10. 74. HE QUARTERED its fruit -- much like an orange.
  11. 73. HE FLAYED off its skin.
  12. 72. AND SO, PALE BUT intent, Roger took up his knife and cut into the lemon.
  13. 71. IT'S RUDE NOT TO.
  14. 70. THE WHOLE THING, I said.
  15. 69. ROGER COULDN'T HAVE believed me. But he looked me in the eye. The whole thing? he said.
  16. 68. AND I LOOKED quickly at Martin, who nodded just as quickly. Absolutely, I said. You have to eat it.
  17. 67. ROGER SEEMED SURPRISED. A French custom? he said.
  18. 66. MONSIEUR, HE SAID, bowing deeply and presenting the lemon to Roger.
  19. 65. HE WAS WEARING, of all things, a waiter’s jacket. He was carrying, of all things, a platter with a single lemon on it.
  20. 64. MARTIN WALKED towards our table.