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Said Lulu, hunkered down Indian-style under the abandoned grape-arbor hideout we’d stumbled upon during our first week here. The structure twisted in the embrace of its gnarled vines, hung with swags of shriveling black fruit that perfumed the air with a seder-wine Concord tang. The western sky sported streaks of orange and pink. indd 44 28/5/08 2:44:12 PM I shook a pair of Camels loose from my crumpled pack and lit hers first. Lulu blew a stream of smoke into the shadows. ” “Fuck me,” I said.
Just promise you won’t tell anybody else. ” Santangelo and Lulu were heading for us. I didn’t know what to say. “I know it’s not like we can keep this a secret forever,” she said, “but Mooney’s so fragile right now. If I just had a little more time to help get him calm . ” “If Lulu thinks it’s okay, we’ll wait until then,” I said. The sun dipped below a bank of clouds at the horizon. Santangelo opened the door and slammed on all the lights. indd 42 28/5/08 2:44:11 PM 7 Santangelo twitched his cape and lowered himself onto the sofa, knees apart to make room for the sheer mass of his belly.
More like ARBEIT MACHT FREI. The second I’d passed beneath this odious load of hooey, I stomped on the gas and redlined toward Dean. The Porsche shifted hard and steered harder. I loved the damn thing, and I made it blister through every last turn. Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. When I finally burst into our apartment, Dean was crashed out asleep on our sofa. He’d set the table with flowers and candles—now wilted and guttering, respectively. Linen napkins. Polished silver. A bottle of wine.