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Patrick FahyBad Memory,Gal, Dec. He paused just inside the archway to peer around before his gaze locked in on his prey. Out of the corner of one eye Quincannon watched him approach the booth. What little of the mans face was visible corroborated the banker’s description of him: middle-aged, small of stature, with a hooked nose and sallow complexion. Not such-a-much at all. He guided her to the sofa and they sat down. His hairy knee stuck up through the torn cloth.I thought youd see it on TV or something. Nothing changed in Burgades expression. Lady friend, eh? Who would she be? He could not do it. All right, Jim said. All right. Our fathers were their own selective factor, in rituals like this one. They were animals and they bred themselves into men. Is that what you want me to say?” Not that theres ever been anything sisterly-brotherly between us, but I have a hundred clues. The most obvious, that shes always been around, one way or another, in a sneaky way even before she came to me with her books and that Nefertiti tip of her head. I remember a breezy kid not much younger than myself in a tree outside my window, blue jeans, red shirt, sticking out her tongue at me, and I happy that the gesture was one I could return. Now and again I remember a furious voice from some other part of the house screeching for her to "Get down, my God, get down." I remember an eye, brown, lustrous, like a little mouse nose waiting at the crack in the door, sometimes during my bath. I even remember the knob turning and the door opening to make that crack. Later a decision was made, out of a sense of obligation or out of resentment, and she, or someone else, decided and she came to me, I cannot say with happiness. I think I was happier before, and then, with five o'clock drama, everything might have seemed complete to me. No, it wasn't happiness and she knew it. "This girl was supposed to be like you— a sort of casual entertainer. A German girl I think he said." Hejar hung his hat and coat carefully on the old-fashioned stand. He took his seat behind the desk and built a cathedral nave with his fingers while the smile lay dozing on his face. Of course; variety is the spice of life. Well have plenty of conventional entertainment; letme worry about that. And every so often well have information programs—I hate that word propaganda—to tell the cloistered American public what’s really happening in the world. Our special features will just be the bait. Weve discussed it. If I do investigate, I’ll need as much information as possible. You will cooperate, won’t you? "I thought that she was never leaving you. How can she come back to you?" I dont know, she said. Perhaps you opened it in your sleep.” After they returned to the shore, the crowd once more climbed onto the giant, and was in full possession when we left at five oclock, covering the arms and legs like a dense flock of gulls sitting on the corpse of a large fish. —Its so much easier going down..
