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John tried to grab her in some sort of bear hug. He kicked out, and they both went down, him pretty much on top. Everyone stepped back together.

Flailing out, she came up with a handful of grass. Then there was grass in his hair and he yelled again.

His ear was bleeding. But I don’t know what she’d done.

“Hey, look!” Milly said, loud and upset. “Why doesn’t somebody…” Then it struck her that if somebody was, the somebody was going to have to be her.

She started forward.

I touched her on the shoulder and she looked sharply around.

“Fair fight,” I said.

He hit her three times, hard, one after the other: “Stupid. Bitch. Stupid…” but she somehow got him off. And reared back. She came down with both fists on his face, once glancing off his ear and hitting the ground and coming up for another hit, bloody. When she hit him again—he was just trying to cover his face, now—I saw hers was scraped up bad.

About the sixth time she hit him—one knee went into his stomach—I thought maybe I should try and stop her. I thought about Dollar. I thought about Nightmare and Dragon Lady. But I wasn’t as scared as I’d been at the begi

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She stood up, almost falling. “You fucking shit!” she said. It sounded like her jaw clicked between syllables. She kicked him in the head. Twice.

“Hey, come on…” one of the others said, and started toward her. But didn’t touch her.

Thinking: Maybe a te

Sure.

She turned and came, blindly, toward me.

As De

Two of the guys kneeled beside John. Milly hovered behind them as though she still couldn’t make up her mind.

“Oh, wow!” De

“The fucking shit!” she whispered, wiping at her face and grimacing. “The fucking…” One eye was all teary. She started walking. We walked with her.

“It looks like he got in a couple too,” De

“She’s walking,” I said.

“Hey, you did better than Glass did with Dollar,” De

“I had—” She took a breath. “I guess I had more reason.” She rubbed her shoulder with her palm, fingers strained wide. And left blood on the workshirt sleeve. I don’t think she knew she was bleeding yet.

“Hey, Lanya?” Jack said. Frank stood behind his shoulder.

She stopped and looked.

She swallowed and I wondered if she remembered who he was.

I was probably projecting.

“Thanks,” Jack said.

She nodded, swallowed once more, and started walking again.

“What’s the matter?” De

She shook her head. “It’s just that…” She really sounded upset. “Well, nice girls from Sarah Lawrence don’t usually beat the fucking shit out of…” and gasped again.

I put my arm around her shoulder. She fitted like usual. Only she didn’t adjust her step to mine. So I adjusted mine to hers. “Did you want me to lend you a hand in there?”

“I would have pulled your balls off!” she said. “I would have…I don’t know what I would have…”

I squeezed her shoulder. “Just asking, babes.”

She touched her jaw again, gently, realizing it hurt. And left blood there. “The school was my thing. It wasn’t yours. You didn’t have anything to do with it. You didn’t even like Paul…Oh, the fucking shit—!” and stopped walking.

“I helped you with the class a couple of times,” De

“Sure,” Lanya said, and put her hand on his shoulder. Then she winced and reached down to rub her leg. Not limping, she still favored it.

“I just don’t understand why you lit into him,” I said.

“Oh, fuck you!” She pulled away from me. “You don’t understand a lot of things. About me.”

“All right,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“So am I,” she said, harshly. But when I caught up with her, she put her arm around my shoulder. And adjusted her step.

“Hey,” De

“Yeah,” she said. “Yes I do.”

She walked with us to the park entrance, so that I figured she was going back with us to the nest. But by the lions she said, “I’ll see you later,” and just walked off.

“Hey…” I called.

“She wants to be by herself,” De

I still felt fu

She did come back to the nest, late that night after we’d been in bed (me half drunk) about an hour. Vaguely I heard her taking off her clothes, then climbing the ladder pole.

She crawled across me, rolled me by the shoulder onto my back, and, a-straddle my chest, glared down, swaying like she was going to rip something out of me with her teeth. I reached between her legs and pushed two fingers through her hair between the granular walls; they wet.

She leaned both hands on my chest, her arms pushing her breasts together and actually growled.

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“You too!” she said. “You come here too!”

I’ve never been balled like that before—puffy eye and sore leg notwithstanding—by any one. (She said she’d spent the afternoon and evening with Madame Brown, just talking. “You ever ball her?” De

“Get out of here,” De

Copperhead gri

Walked around the streets this afternoon with Nightmare, listening to his reminiscences of Dragon Lady: “Man, we used to do some freaky things, all the time, any time, anywhere, right in the middle of the fuckin’ street, man, I swear.” We ambled; he pointed out doorways, alleys, a pickup truck parked on its axles—“Once with her sitting in the cab and me standing on the fuckin’ sidewalk, a hand on either side of the door, and my head just in there, eatin’ out all that black pussy—Baby and Adam ru