Chapter 69

           Thateveningthephonerang.ItwasMercedes.IhadmetheraftergivingapoetryreadingatVeniceBeach.Shewasabout28,fairbody,prettygoodlegs,ablondeabout5~feet-5,ablue-eyedblonde.Herhairwaslongandslightlywavyandshesmokedcontinuously.Herconversationwasdull,andherlaughwasloudandfalse,mostofthetime.

           Ihadgonetoherplaceafterthereading.Shelivedofftheboardwalkinanapartment.I’dplayedthepianoandshe’dplayedthebongos.TherewasajugofRedMountain.Therewerejoints.Igottoodrunktoleave.Ihadslepttherethatnightandleftinthemorning.

           "Look,"saidMercedes,"Iworkrightinyourneighborhoodnow.IthoughtImightcomebytoseeyou."

           "Allright."

           Ihungup.Thephonerangagain.ItwasTammie.

           "Look,I’vedecidedtomoveout.I’llbehomeinacoupleofdays.Justgetmyyellowdressoutoftheapartment,theoneyoulike,andmygreenshoes.Alltherestiscrap.Leaveit."

           "O.K."

           "Listen,I’mflatbroke.Wedon’thaveanymoneyforfood."

           "I’llwireyou40bucksinthemorning,WesternUnion."

           "You’resweet..."

           Ihungup.FifteenminuteslaterMercedeswasthere.Shehadonaveryshortskirt,waswearingsandalsandalow-cutblouse.Alsosmallblueearrings.

           "Youwantsomegrass?"sheasked.

           "Sure."

           Shetookthegrassandthepapersoutofherpurseandstartedrollingsomejoints.Ibrokeoutthebeerandwesatonthecouchandsmokedanddrank.

           Wedidn’ttalkmuch.

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