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Chapter 10
’Tenminuteslater,anenthusiasticChinesewaiterarrivedwithhisfood.Hemunchedrawtunaandriceandwatchedpeopletan.`Christ,’hesaid,tohistuna,`I’dgonuts.’
`Don’ttellme,’someonesaid,`Iknowitalready.You’reagangster,right?’
Hesquintedupather,againstthebandofsun.Alongyoungbodyandamelanin-boostedtan,butnotoneoftheParisjobs.
Shesquattedbesidehischair,drippingwateronthetiles.`Cath,’shesaid.
`Lupus,’afterapause.
`Whatkindofnameisthat?’
`Greek,’hesaid.
`Areyoureallyagangster?’Themelaninboosthadn’tpreventedtheformationoffreckles.
`I’madrugaddict,Cath.’
`Whatkind?’
`Stimulants.Centralnervoussystemstimulants.Extremelypowerfulcentralnervoussystemstimulants.’
`Well,doyouhaveany?’Sheleanedcloser.Dropsofchlorinatedwaterfellonthelegofhispants.
`No.That’smyproblem,Cath.Doyouknowwherewecangetsome?’
Cathrockedbackonhertannedheelsandlickedatastrandofbrownishhairthathadpasteditselfbesidehermouth.`What’syourtaste?’
`Nocoke,noamphetamines,butup,gottabeup.’Andsomuchforthat,hethoughtglumly,holdinghissmileforher.
`Betaphenethylamine,’shesaid.`Nosweat,butit’sonyourchip.
