When Lucas somewhat miraculously finds his way back with five precious wieners, Tinsley is on her feet and there’s a guy beside her wearing an olive-colored safari jacket. They’re facing the stage, so Lucas first sees him from behind. He’s tall, with wavy black hair that falls over his collar. Cameras with long lenses hang from straps over his shoulders.

A moment later, Tinsley introduces Lucas the Surprised (though should he really be?) to Bernard, who is handsome and faintly rugged-looking, with a prominent nose and long sideburns. Bernard offers his hand and says hello with a heavy French accent. Lucas guesses that he is in his late twenties.

“Bernard’s a photographer with Le Monde.” Tinsley’s eyes are bright with excitement as she pronounces the name of the French newspaper with an accent of her own.

“Uh, groovy,” says Lucas sans enthusiasm.

Tinsley turns to Bernard and speaks in what sounds like nearly flawless French. Le photographe replies in kind. Through the cannabis haze comes the sudden realization to Lucas the Startled that his time with Tinsley is up. She’s moving on. No need to toss the I Ching here. Bernard offers his main to Lucas and says, “A pleasure to meet you,” then heads off.

“He’s coming back later,” Tinsley announces, not looking at Lucas. “We’re going to shoot pictures together.”

They settle uncomfortably back onto the sleeping bag to consume the franks, a strained silence between them. Ever since he ceased pleasing she-for-whom-pleasure-shall-not-cease, Lucas the Vanquished has been vaguely aware that he has no claim on her. But he did expect that they’d see this adventure through together, especially now that it will be impossible to find Barry in a crowd this size (assuming he wasn’t among the hundreds of thousands the police turned away).

Quel drag.

A band called Santana puts on a rousing performance. The sun starts to poke through the clouds, and it grows hot and humid enough for a lot of guys in the crowd, and even some women, to take off their shirts. Many get to their feet and bop to the Latin-infused rock, including Tinsley and Lucas. Thanks to the awesome music and the unending parade of joints, Lucas’s hurt feelings are slowly assuaged.