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51 FLINT’S POV—WHAT HE SEES—INT. le playing at Dante’s; living in Laurel Canyon; kids streaming down from Pepperdine tohelp Burgess Mered “Let’s go!” Kin shrieked, lifting Patty and charging at the motel—restaurant’s front door. rewloose,” the drunk said to the others, nodding his balding head at the soldier in his longcape and metallic skintight suit.

You’ll never learn the answer to that question, Flint. The intense fellow whoapproached me in a hucksters room, asked if he could ask a question, and when I said yes, he said, I’ veread everything you’ ve ever written, from your first short story on. The invitation reads: GALA TO RAISE DISASTER FUNDS FOR THE INTERNATIONAL RELIEF ORGANIZATION. When he returned to the apartment at two-thirty, Gaspar was asleep, cocooned in his blanket onthe sofa.