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16 viewsSo somebody finally took him seriously, she thought, as Prior carried her bag into Gerald's clinic.But not the way Eddy wanted.She looked around at the twenty-year-old plastic furniture, the stacks of stim-star magazines with Jap writing.It looked like a Cleveland haircut place.
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2 views"You aren't going to get it." He hooked the goggles over his ears and tapped something; a light came on below the right lens."But there are degrees of approximation." The light swung toward her."We're talking cosmetic, Gerald." "Where's Eddy?" she asked, as Gerald came closer."In the bar.
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3 viewsWorst thing was waking up with a bad head, too sick to move, when she'd come in crashing and forgotten to retape the black plastic, hard sun to show her all the little details and heat the air so the flies could get going.Nobody ever grabbed her, back in Cleveland; anybody numb enough to reach through that field was already too drunk to move, maybe to breathe.The tricks never grabbed her either, not unless they'd squared it with Eddy, paid extra, and that was just pretend.Whichever way they wanted it, it got to be a kind of ritual, so it seemed to happen in a place outside your life.
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4 viewsAnd then it was back and forth, back and forth, the voices and then Molly and then the voices, and what it reminded her of was Eddy trying to do a deal, except Molly was a lot better at it than Eddy; even if she couldn't understand it, she could tell Molly was getting close to what she wanted.But she couldn't stand it when the voices came; it made her want to press herself back as far from Angie as she could get.The worst one was called Sam-Eddy, something like that.What they all wanted was for Molly to take Angie somewhere for what they called a marriage, and Mona wondered if maybe Robin Lanier was in it somewhere, like what if Angie and Robin were gonna get married, and this was all just some kind of wild thing stars did to get married.
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51 viewsShe knew you could get to a place where doing it hurt a little but still felt good, but she knew that wasn't it.What Eddy wanted to hear was that it hurt a lot and made her feel bad, but she liked it anyway.Which made no sense at all to Mona, but she'd learned to tell it the way he wanted her to.Because anyway it worked, and now Eddy rolled over with the blanket bunched up across his back and got in between her legs.
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1 viewsMona was starting to feel sorry for him, but then she remembered Eddy."What is it?" The woman was filling a white plastic container with water from a chrome tap.Mona just kept trying to say it, feeling her heart race out of control on the wiz.He killed Eddy , she kept trying to say, but it wouldn't come out.
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0 viewsAnd Lanette, who'd dissolved a matchhead of Memphis black in a cup of Chinese tea about an hour before, did half a crystal herself and then they'd gone out walking, just ghosting the rainy streets together in what felt to Mona like some perfect harmony where you didn't need to talk.And that voice had been right, there was no jangle to the rush, no tight-jawed jitter, just this sense of something, maybe Mona herself, expanding out from a still center.And they'd found a park, flat lawns flooded with silver puddles, and gone all around the paths, and Mona had a name for that memory: the Silver Walks.And sometime after that Lanette was just gone, nobody saw her anymore, and some people said she'd gone to California, some people said Japan, and some people said she'd OD'd and gotten tossed out a window, what Eddy called a dry dive, but that wasn't the kind of thing Mona wanted to think about, so she sat up straight and looked around, and, yeah, this was a good place, small enough that people were kind of crowded in but sometimes that was okay.
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0 views.." The hand was still there and it made her want to scream."You got a cigarette, Eddy?" The hand went away, click and flare of the lighter, the planes of his face jumping out at her as he lit one, handed it to her.She sat up quickly, drew her knees up under her chin with the army blanket over them like a tent, because she didn't feel like anybody touching her then at all.
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0 viewsHe killed Eddy , she kept trying to say, but it wouldn't come out.But then it must have, because the woman said, "Yeah, he'll do that sort of thing ...
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1 viewsPrior , he said that was his name, like he didn't have a first one.Or like Eddy didn't have a last one.Well, she didn't have a last name herself, unless you counted Lisa, and that was more like having two first ones.She couldn't get much sense of him, in the squat.
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1 viewsLike Mona'd seen a cat once, blown up like a basketball, turned on its back, legs and tail sticking out stiff as boards, and that made Eddy laugh.And this wiz artist laughing now -- Mona knew those kind of eyes -- and Cherry making this kind of groaning sound, and Angie just standing there."Okay, everybody," she heard someone say -- Molly -- and turned to find her there, in the open door, with a little gun in her hand and this big dirty- haired guy beside her looking stupid as a box of rocks, "just stand there till I sort you out." The skinny guy just laughed."Shut up," Molly said, like she was thinking about something else.
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1 viewsAnyway he'd always said how it was shitty here, too crowded, rent too high, too many police, too much competition.Not that he'd waited two seconds when Prior 'd made an offer, she reminded herself.And anyway, she had her own ideas why Eddy was so down on it.He'd blown it here, she figured, pulled some kind of serious wilson.
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