'Yes.'
We kissed, and Lorna composed herself, opened the door and moved into the banquet room to the sound of dying applause for the last speaker.
As she limped to the dais, I thought of Wacky Walker and wonder and the constituency of the dead and mad Dudley Smith and poor Larry Brubaker and orphanhood and the strictures of my once inviolate heart. Then I thought of redemption, and got my car and caught the freeway back to L.A.
About the author
JAMES ELLROY was born in 1948 in Los Angeles, the city that serves as backdrop for his acclaimed crime fiction. His novels include
