She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose. Maybe later. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. No girl with a face like that…. I want to talk to you, and I must return tomorrow. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. She will not confide in me. Guns were impossible. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. Just so had his subordinates shown their apprehension. “There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the usual. “What a hideous repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don’t you accept an engagement here?” “An engagement?” she queried.
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