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Thursday, November 25th, 2010

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    2:44a
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    "We better take him back to El Palacio," Wireman
    said"I don't like to lose the time - hell, I
    don't like to lose him - but this shit ain't
    right
    "As far as Perse's concerned, it's exactly right,"
    I saidNow my bad leg was itching almost as much
    as my armIt felt like electricity"It's her
    little poison beltHow about you, Wireman? How's
    your gut?"
    938
    "Fine, vintage omega watches but my bad eye - the one that used to be
    bad - is itching like a bastard, and my head's
    kind of hummingProbably from that damn radio
    "It's not the radioAnd the reason it's getting
    to Jack and not to us is because we've beenSort of ironic, isn't
    it?"
    Behind the wheel, Jack groaned
    "What can you do for him, muchacho? Anything?"
    "I think so
    I had my pads on my black and white bags lap and my pencils and erasers
    in a belt-packNow I flipped to the picture of
    Jack and found one of my art-gum erasersI took
    away his mouth and the lower arcs of his eyes, all
    the way up to the cornersThe itching in my right
    arm was fiercer than ever, and I actually had no
    doubt that what I planned to do would workI
    summoned up the memory of Jack's smile in earring chanel my
    kitchen - the one I'd asked him to give me while
    thinking of something particularly good - and drew
    it quickly with my Midnight Blue pencilIt took
    no more than thirty seconds (the eyes were really
    the key, when it comes to smiles, they always are),
    939
    but those few lines changed the whole idea of Jack
    Cantori's face
    And I got something I hadn't expectedAs tiffany heart tag I drew,
    I saw him kissing a girl in a bikiniI could feel her smooth skin, even a few
    little grains of sand nestling in the hollow at
    the small of her backI could smell her shampoo
    and taste a faint ghost of salt on her lipsI
    knew her name was Caitlin and he called her Kate
    I put my pencil back in the little belt-pack and
    zipped it closed"Jack?" Speaking quilted bag chanel quietl

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