But ... look who's buying hers!
"Actually, they could use some of them around here," Coe says, while looking at the walls of the cafeteria.
"Not your slaughterhouse images, I hope," Gettings adds quietly.
"Well," Coe replies, " 'twould keep people from ordering the hamburgers."
Next, she raises the subject of cannibalism. Her table companions, still biting into their sandwiches, hunch further over and begin discussing some recent movies -- starting with Peter Greenaway's "The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover," which apparently ends up with a roasted man laid out on a banquet table. Talk moves to Jeffrey Dahmer, and to "The Silence of the Lambs." A trend!
"The interest in cannibalism," says Coe, "is to psychically prepare us for genetic engineering."
Gettings and Lawrence nod politely.
"And," she adds, "for eventually eating each other."
Soon enough -- just after Coe has announced that the difference between a Republican and a Democrat is "the difference between a cold and the flu" -- a museum photographer appears to ask Coe if she'll let her picture be taken.
Turns out the People's Weekly World, a Communist tabloid in New York, needs a photograph to run with its story about the exhibition.
"This is sooooo incredible!" Coe exclaims. "I can't believe it!"
They want her. They still want her -- despite the dreaded New Yorker and the decadent Hirshhorn. It's a sign, really. Coe is one of them.
She sighs. Her face turns dark red, then she hides it with her hands. "You can't imagine! I can't believe! Oh, my heart is beating," she says while flushing yet again.
"It's ... "
The ultimate compliment?
"It is! You can't possibly realize ..."