‘Looks like it. You have neither reason nor logic. You cannot care for her. Just me and another girl named Krista who turned eighteen and left right about when I got there. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. He drove her to the Beck house, pulling up behind Cathy's red Nissan. She shot a sudden glance at him. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. ‘Point it at me.
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