The dinner party was memorable for its guest list, which

included me, a stripper and Ben’s father, a straitlaced dentist!

When suddenly there was a moment of silence at the

table, I looked up at Dr. Shirazi who was staring

at me point blank: that icy glassy look of his

which disconcerted me. I struggled to say something. Ben’s father

intimidated me. I had nothing to add to the conversation,

nothing to throw into the muddy waters between us. I

felt as exposed as a stranded lamb. Ben was sitting

to my left, Ben’s mother opposite us, beside Dr. Shirazi.

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Paraphrases from the article “My Bizarre Dinner Party with Donald Trump, Roy Cohn and Estee Lauder” by Peter Manso and the novel Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman.

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