At her desk, he read the list for the sixth time. The sky beyond the bay window, dense and low, darkened toward evening. Roberts or Rudolph, Rivers or Evers: Fantasize a persona for any. Which, he pondered, would I pick myself? Some permutation… Gary Morgan, Terry Rivers, Thomas Weldon? None was his. Was one perhaps nearer than the other? No… if they are all. real people, he reflected, then each is just as important. Hey, Kamp, isn't this what that democracy's about that put you up on… a moon? (But I don't
In an age glutted with information, this 'storage method' is, necessarily, popular. But these primitive
was the end of the page. He did not turn to the next Wittgenstein, Levi-Straus, Chomsky: He mulled their sounds. A year, a year and a half ago, he had read everything he could find by one.
He had never heard of the other two.
'Lingual synthesis…' That was nice on the tongue. '…particularly parametric works…' He picked up
One of them turned in the bed.
One of them turned again.
He looked across the room:
The tent of a knee. An arm over an arm.
The chair back was cool against his. Caning prickled the bottom of one thigh. The plants leaned from their pots.
He pinched the bright chain across his belly.
Dark ones coiled the clothing on the floor.
Suppose, he thought, she wants me to stay and him to go. Well, I get rid of the bastard. Suppose she wants me to go? I get rid of
But she won't. She likes privacy too much. Why else would she go along with this? Along? Something in me would like to have it that she is doing this
I am restless.
She turns restlessly.
His arm, limp, moves with her moving shoulder.
Lanya blinked, raised her head. Kid watched her eyes close and her head lay down. He was smiling. He turned
The notebook was open again at the list. Puzzling, he read the names once more (it was almost too dark), this time right to left, bottom to top:
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'Why'd she kick us out?'
'She didn't kick us out. She had things to do. She'll be down to see us. Don't worry.'
'I ain't worrying.' Denny balanced along the curb edge. 'Shit, I could have stayed up there for the rest of my life and been happy. You on one end and her on the other.'
'How'd you manage to eat?'
'Present company excepted—' Denny rugged at his vest—'I'd just send out for it. You sure she wasn't mad at us?'
'Yeah.'
'Okay… you really think she's gonna come down and visit the nest?'
'If she doesn't, we'll go up and see her. She'll come.'
'She's a nice person!' Denny emphasized each stress with a beat of his chin. 'And I really like that song.
Kid nodded.
'I hope she comes down. I mean I know she likes you, 'cause you wrote a book and everything, and you known her a long time. But I'm just a fuck-up. She ain't got no reason to like me.'
'She does anyway.'
Denny frowned. 'Sure acts like it, don't she?'
The street light above them pulsed… at half strength; then died. The sky sheeted over with one more film of darkness. The only other light to come on was two blocks away; it pulsed, pulsed, pulsed again.
Someone moved into it and shouted, 'Hey! Hey, Kid! Denny!' Others trooped into the wavering circle.
'What the hell are they doing here?'