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           Marlascreaming, "Youboiledmymother!" 

           Tylerboiledhermother. 

           Marlascreaming,alwaysoneswipeofherfingernailsbehindme. 

           Tylerboiledhermother. 

           "Youboiledmymother!" 

           Thefrontdoorwasstillopen. 

           AndthenIwasoutthefrontdoorwithMarlascreaminginthedoorwaybehindme. Myfeetdidn’tslipagainsttheconcretesidewalk,andIjustkeptrunning. UntilIfoundTyleroruntilTylerfoundme,andItoldhimwhathappened. 

           Withonebeereach,TylerandIspreadoutonthefrontandbackseatswithmeinthefrontseat. Evennow,Marla’sprobablystillinthehouse,throwingmagazinesagainstthewallsandscreaminghowI’maprickandamonstertwofacedcapitalistsuck-assbastard. ThemilesofnightbetweenMarlaandmeofferinsectsandmelanomasandflesh-eatingviruses. WhereI’matisn’tsobad. 

           "Whenamanishitbylightning,"Tylersays,"hisheadburnsdowntoasmolderingbaseballandhiszipperweldsitselfshut." 

           Isay,didwehitbottom,tonight? 

           Tylerliesbackandasks,"IfMarilynMonroewasaliverightnow,whatwouldshebedoing?" 

           Isay,goodnight. 

           Theheadlinerhangsdowninshredsfromtheceiling,andTylersays, "Clawingatthelidofhercoffin."