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           `You’rekidding,’saidCath’spartnerandroommate,whenCaseexplainedthepeculiarpropertiesofhisChibapancreas.`Imean,can’tyousuethemorsomething?Malpractice?’HisnamewasBruce.HelookedlikeagenderswitchversionofCath,rightdowntothefreckles.

           `Well,’Casesaid,`it’sjustoneofthosethings,youknow?Liketissuematchingandallthat.’ButBruce’seyeshadalreadygonenumbwithboredom.Gottheattentionspanofagnat,Casethought,watchingtheboy’sbrowneyes.

           TheirroomwassmallerthantheoneCasesharedwithMolly,andonanotherlevel,closertothesurface.FivehugeCibachromesofTallyIshamweretapedacrosstheglassofthebalcony,suggestinganextendedresidency.

           `They’redeftriff,huh?’Cathaskedseeinghimeyethetransparencies.`Mine.Shot’emattheS/NPyramid,lasttimewewentdownthewell.Shewasthatclose,andshejustsmiled,sonatural.Anditwasbadthere,Lupus,dayaftertheseChristtheKingterrsputangelinthewater,youknow?’

           `Yeah,’Casesaid,suddenlyuneasy,`terriblething.’

           `Well,’Brucecutin,`aboutthisbetayouwanttobuy...’

           `Thingis,canImetabolizeit?’Caseraisedhiseyebrows.

           `Tellyouwhat,’theboysaid.`Youdoataste.Ifyoupancreaspassesonit,it’sonthehouse.Firsttime’sfree.