The trip to Chicago had been a lousyidea. I didn't blame him for being afraid. And how betterto defuse the suspicions of a cynical writer than to establish individuality and a plug-in to the ProtestantWork Ethic. You want to report a crime? It's been taken care of.
Then I called D. Knew all of it, and didn't care. He knew,diving into the clothes closet, finding the duffle bag full of old Army clothes, finding the chunk of steelthat lay at the bottom of that bag. I threaded my way through a forest of rude gestures and Jason's laughter.
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