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Chapter 12
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`Where’sitgetboring?’
`Straylight,theycallit.Shetoldme,oh,it’spretty,allthepoolsandlilies.It’sacastle,arealcastle,allstoneandsunsets.’Shesnuggledinagainsthim.`Hey,Lupus,man,youneedaderm.Sowecanbetogether.’
Sheworeatinyleatherpurseonaslenderneck-thong.Hernailswerebrightpinkagainstherboostedtan,bittentothequick.Sheopenedthepurseandwithdrewapaperbackedbubblewithabluederminside.Somethingwhitetumbledtothefloor;Casestoopedandpickeditup.Anorigamicrane.
`Hideogaveittome,’shesaid.`Hetriedtoshowmehow,butIcan’tevergetitright.Theneckscomeoutbackwards.’Shetuckedthefoldedpaperbackintoherpurse.Casewatchedasshetorethebubbleaway,peeledthedermfromitsbacking,andsmootheditacrosshisinnerwrist.
`3Jane,she’sgotapointyface,noselikeabird?’Hewatchedhishandsfumbleanoutline.`Darkhair?Young?’
`Iguess.Butshe’striff,youknow?Like,allthatmoney.’
Thedrughithimlikeanexpresstrain,awhite-hotcolumnoflightmountinghisspinefromtheregionofhisprostate,illuminatingthesuturesofhisskullwithx-raysofshort-circuitedsexualenergy.Histeethsangintheirindividualsocketsliketuningforks,eachonepitch-perfectandclearasethanol.Hisbones,beneaththehazyenvelopeofflesh,werechromedandpolished,thejointslubricatedwithafilmofsilicone.
