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"How'd you know?"
"You'd better lead the way."
"We been waiting on you, man. What you been doing all day, sleeping?"
Once they reached the hall Chris could hear the stereo and recognized U2, the Irish rockers. He said, "That doesn't sound like Woody."
"It's Robin's tape," Do
"Robin's had enough of Mr. Woody's shit." doming out of the sunroom Chris saw the pool illuminated pale green in semidarkness and saw figures in soft lamplight, in the lounge area by the bar and stereo.
Three seated, one standing. The beat and Bono's voice filled the room.
Moving ahead of him, opening the trash bag, Do
He heard a voice, Robin's, say, "He's too late."
"We got leftovers here, officer." Do
"Help yourself."
Chris moved past him. He saw Greta get up from the sofa, her hair strange-looking, pasted to her head. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt, white with a black band around the middle, that reached to her mid-thighs: legs and feet bare in the sweatshirt mini dress Robin, smoking, sat at the end of the sofa. Skip, next to her, was in a director's chair tilted back against the wall.
On the cocktail table in front of them were their drinks and sets of typewritten sheets of paper. Woody, in a bathrobe, stood at the bar pouring a scotch.
Greta stood waiting. She gave Chris a weak smile.
"What's the matter?"
She shrugged, raised her hands and pushed up the sleeves of the sweatshirt. Her face was drawn, without makeup.
"What'd they give you?"
Behind him, Do
"She tripped," Skip said. He reached out, waited, and Robin handed him the joint.
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Chris looked at Robin.
"You gave her acid?"
"I didn't give her anything," Robin said.
"Skip did."
Skip said, "Hey, what's wrong with you? You don't tell him something like that. He could go fucking crazy on us."
He said to Chris, "It was just a half a one. She wanted it.
Ask her."
"You tell her what could happen?"
"Hell, she's okay. Don't sweat it."
Chris stepped toward him and swiped the leg of the chair with his foot, taking it out from under him, Skip yelling, "Hey!" banging his head on the wall as he hit the floor. Chris stood over him.
"You tell her what could happen?"
"Man, look at her. She's fine."
"You slipped it to her, didn't you?"
"Ask her, go on, how she feels."
Chris said, "Don't move."
As he turned to Greta, Robin said to Skip, "Are you going to take that from him?"
Skip said, "Will you stay out of this, for Christ sake?"
Chris put his hands on Greta's shoulders. She looked up at him, her face pale.
"How do you feel?"
"Just kinda tired, that's all."
"He tell you what he was giving you?"
"I don't know, I had a drink and he said… I don't know what he said."
"Sit down, okay? Just for a little while; we'll be going soon." Chris eased her into the sofa. He turned to Robin and saw her sly look in those pink glasses, almost a grin.
Tell this one to Wendell. They come to threaten money out of the guy, the same ones that killed his brother, and end up they have a party and everybody gets ripped.
Wendell says, Is that right? And you were there, huh? What did you do? You hang around, you leave, what?
"What time'd she take it?"
Robin shrugged.
"I didn't notice." She offered the joint, extending it toward him.
"You must've been one of the crazies, way back."
"No, I was political. I had a crush on Che Guevara."
"What'd you do, blow up a ladies' room in the General Motors Building?"
"That was somebody else."
"Do police cars? Stick of dynamite underneath?"
"Not me. Skip might've."
"I never, " Skip said.
"Jesus Christ." Down on the floor shaking his head.
"It's cool," Do
"Was like seven eight hours ago, we into mellow now.
Ain't nothing can get us upset or turned sideways-even you picking on poor Skippy. Come on, you need to have that edge taken off. You want weed, you want booze? How 'bout both? You see how it is, you go
"When I see how what is?" Chris said.
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That nice police officer, come around collecting again."
"Well, I'll be," Woody said from the bar.
"I know that guy, that's-he has a Polack name like Kaka… It's Kakakowski, isn't it?"
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Now all four of them were gri
"I'm missing something, aren't I?"
Do
"Not just something, man, everything. Sit down there next to your Ginger. Skip'll pour you a drink and Robin, she's go
"While I go throw this in the trash."
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Woody saying Kaka, not knowing shit what he was saying, then taking it from the man and ru
"Convince me I should trust you. You don't give me a good answer the deal's off." She'd said, "You know why you're going to? Because this is so easy we can do it again next year. But if I try to fake you out of your share, I'm through. Right?" He liked that. Seeing as there were two kinds of greed, take-it-and-get greed and long-term greed.
Since she had spent time to write all those books to pull the stunt, then she must operate on long-term greed and that was good. Do
From the kitchen he went down the back hall and opened the door to the garage thinking, Yeah, but wait a minute. How was she go
Then his mind was taken off that as he flipped on the light switch and nothing happened. Shit, the light was burnt out. He went back to the kitchen, opened drawers till he found one of Mr. Woody's many flashlights. Tried it, it worked fine.
Now he followed the flashlight beam into the three-car garage, swept clean, just the Mercedes in there now; followed the beam to a row of plastic garbage cans and got rid of the trash bag. The light beam turned with Do
Where Do
It wasn't anywhere. Do
That wooden case wasn't anywhere in sight. He ran through the back hall to the kitchen and looked around.
Ran through the front hall to the library before he told himself to slow down, be cool. He laid the flashlight on the bar, poured himself an ounce of scotch and drank it.