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           Thingsseemedtovibrate,eachpersonorobjecttunedtoaminutelydifferentfrequency.Herhands,stilllockedintheblackball,wereonherlap.Shesatinoneofthepoolchairs,herbrokenlegproppedstraightinfrontofheronacamelskinhassock.3Janesatopposite,onanotherhassock,huddledinanoversizeddjellabaofunbleachedwool.Shewasveryyoung.

           `Where’dhego?’Mollyasked.`Totakehisshot?’

           3Janeshruggedbeneaththefoldsofthepaleheavyrobeandtossedastrandofdarkhairawayfromhereyes.`Hetoldmewhentoletyouin,’shesaid.`Hewouldn’ttellmewhy.Everythinghastobeamystery.Wouldyouhavehurtus?’

           CasefeltMollyhesitate.`Iwould’vekilledhim.I’d’vetriedtokilltheninja.ThenIwassupposedtotalkwithyou.’

           `Why?’3Janeasked,tuckingthecameobackintooneofthedjellaba’sinnerpockets.`Andwhy?Andwhatabout?’

           Mollyseemedtobestudyingthehigh,delicatebones,thewidemouth,thenarrowhawknose.3Jane’seyesweredark,curiouslyopaque.`BecauseIhatehim,’shesaidatlast,`andthewhyofthat’sjustthewayI’mwired,whatheisandwhatIam.’

           `Andtheshow,’3Janesaid.`Isawtheshow.’

           Mollynodded.

           `ButHideo?’

           `Becausethey’rethebest.Becauseoneofthemkilledapartnerofmine,once.’

           3Janebecameverygrave.Sheraisedhereyebrows.