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“Just wait-keep watching,” she said, floating away again.
“A sky something,” Joe was saying. “A para-what?”
“A skydiver, a parachute,” Da
The skydiver’s breasts were the first giveaway. “It’s a lady,” little Joe said.
“Yes, it is,” his father replied.
“What happened to her clothes?” Joe asked.
Now everyone was watching, even the pigs. Da
“Lady Sky!” Joe screamed, pointing up at the naked skydiver.
When the first pig squealed and started to run, the other pigs all snorted and ran. That may have been when Lady Sky saw where she was going to land-in the pigpen. The angry skydiver began to swear.
By then, even the drunk and the stoned could see that she was naked. Fucking art students! Da
“Christ, she’s going to end up in the fucking pigpen!” Rolf was saying. Had he only now noticed? He must have been the one who was smoking dope with Katie. (Rolf was definitely stupid enough to need saving-if not from the war in Vietnam, Da
“Hold him,” Da
The furious naked woman passed overhead. Da
“Someone should tell her that’s an unflattering angle, if you’re a woman and you’re naked,” Katie was saying. Probably to Rolf-her remark wouldn’t have made any sense to Joe. (Katie never had much to say to the kid, anyway.)
It was very muddy in the pigpen, but Da
She was a big skydiver, of Amazonian proportions-a virtual giantess. Da
“No one told me it was a fucking pig farm!” the skydiver said. She had closely cropped hair, and she’d shaved her pubic hair, leaving just a vertical strip, but she was a strawberry blonde, top to bottom.
“They’re a bunch of asshole artists-I had nothing to do with this,” Da
From her scar, he could see she’d had a cesarean section. She looked a decade older than Da
“My name’s Da
“Amy,” she said. “Thanks.”
When she was freed from the chute, Da
“Lady Sky!” Da
Someone else started yelling it: “Lady Sky!”
“Be sure you show me the asshole artists,” Amy said, when they reached the perimeter of the pigpen. She needed no help getting over the fence. Da
“Those are the four guys you want,” Da
“This pig doesn’t bite,” Da
“Joe!” the writer called.
“I’m right here, Daddy.”
That was when Da
“Pigs have fu
“Joe, get out of the pen-right now,” his dad said. He must have raised his voice more than he’d meant to; the pig snapped its head in Da
The drama with the skydiver, and then with Joe, prevented Da
“Welcome to Buffalo Creek Farm,” Rolf had said to the skydiver. Regrettably, Da
She knocked down the painter with the beard with a left jab followed by a right hook. “I don’t jump into pigs!” she shouted at the two painters left standing.
Both Da