as pleasant to have her on his arm again. Though all through the walk, Spyder felt as if he were floating beside his body watching himself. He was so out of it, in fact, that Primo was handing them the boat tickets before he realized where they were.
"These are tickets for the Alcatraz tour. Were at Fishermans Wharf," said Spyder.
"Yes, sir. Youre very observant," said Primo brightly.
Spyder let it go since another thought had popped into his mind. "Were going to get in line for the boat. Please give us a moment alone, Primo. "
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Shrike as Spyder pulled her away from the little man and toward their gate on the dock. "Its dangerous for us to be alone like this. He might think were plotting against him or Madame Cinders. "
"That wine we had last night. What was in it?" asked Spyder.
"Grapes. Spices. I dont know all the ingredients. "
"Was it some kind of magic wine?"
"No. Not magic. "
"Then chemical. My mind keeps floating and my memory feels like its been pissed all over. And dont tell me this is normal for a hangover because Ive had about a million, none like this. "
"Its a special wine," said Shrike. "I didnt know you well last night. If it had gone badly I would have let you drink a little more. I would have had more, too. Then we would have both forgotten. Thats all. Its just something I keep around for passing situations that might turn sour. No one needs that kind of thing cluttering up their head. You understand, dont you, pony boy?"
"Passing and sour, you know how to make morning-after sweet talk, dont you?"
"I didnt let you forget i
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