Part of me wanted to boogie, to just go flying outof there as fast as my little legs could carry me, running like thegingerbread man. Hel , he'd seen enough of B. God damn it, I hope she does blow up, he said aloud to him-self. Doc was sparring with a big man in overal s.
Behind the bar a yel ow youth with a crooked noseleaned against the wal looking at nothing. That left him flat. Then Harold's voice--cautious, comforting, the voice of a sane mantrying to talk a lunatic out of what he hopes will be no more than apassing delusion--was back in my ear. She waved, I waved back.
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