ou know? He never did fuck all to match those early Sun records. "
"If hed a stopped there, he wouldnt ever have recorded Suspicious Minds. You got to suffer through some white Vegas jumpsuits to make it to Suspicious Minds. "
"Was it worth dying on the shitter for?"
"For Suspicious Minds? Most definitely. "
"Im going to have to give you the benefit of the doubt on that one. "
Spyder was sorry that Lulu had bought up Rubi. It made him think of Jenny, whom he no longer really missed, but who remained a kind of sick ache in his stomach. He couldnt even describe the sensation, but it was compounded of regret and the sense that hed failed as a human in some fundamental way and that her desertion was the most stark proof of that. On the simplest level, though, it just made him gloomy to think that someone hed been so connected to was walking around hating him. He gave Shrike the last of the cigarette, went to the cave entrance, and sat down, letting the night breeze blow over him. The cold made him stop thinking.
He heard someone coming up behind him and saw Shrike settling down.
"Youre quiet tonight," she said.
"Its a quiet night. "
"Youre thinking about home. "
"Im not thinking about anything right now. "
"I liked your France story today. "
"Im glad. "
"Would you like to hear one of mine?"
"Not right now. I mean, I want to, but Im hurting and tired and wont be able to listen right. "
"All right," she said. She held up her face to the wind as it blew into the cave. Spyder thought she looked like a young wolf when she stretched her head up like that. She was beauti
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