Without really knowing why, he went with her. Her house was not far away and had escaped any damage from the flooding. She kicked off her shoes as she walked inside.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said. "I'll fix some drinks."
"What's your name?" Warhol said.
She laughed. "I'm sorry! Did I forget that detail? Suzanne. And what is yours?"
"Warhol."
"Oh!" she said. "After the great Andy?"
"Yes," Warhol said. "My uncle had a fling with Andy Warhol."
"How exciting!" Suzanne said. "But if it was your uncle, then why name YOU after Andy?"
Warhol realized he didn't really know. "Uh... I don't know. Why not?"
Suzanne laughed again as she came back with two tall glasses. "I think I'm going to enjoy you. Drink this. Are you allergic to anything?"
"I don't think so."
They sat looking at each other, sipping their drinks, and saying nothing. Warhol felt the silence was growing awkward...
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