Review: Vivian

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Socrates was alone in His hotel room in Burlingame, south of San Francisco. He was moving again across the face of the planet. The melancholy that had affected Him off and on for years had been particularly bad these last few months, but at least He was on the move again. Before leaving home, He had called Vivian and made an appointment to see her the next day in Burlingame. The sound of her voice was captivating. Warm. Intelligent. Funny. Human. The time had been left deliberately vague, since this was only a stop on the journey and for personal reasons He preferred staying in the hotel to going into the City. He heard a gentle knock on the door. He wasn’t sure if it was His imagination, so, standing on tippy toe, He looked through the security peephole to see an explosion of red hair. He opened the door and Vivian crossed the threshold on legs that never quit. She accepted a glass of wine and they talked and talked. His mood improved immediately. Wearing no makeup and needing none, she looked far, far better than the pictures on her website, with clearly perfect, champagne glass breasts. It briefly occurred to Him that He could have taken images which would do her justice. They talked forever, the conversation justifying completely the impression He had gotten on the phone from the other coast. Then