as rousing herself by then, holding on to his sleeve and pulling herself up.
"Spyder? That you?"
"Yeah, its me. What the hellve you been doing?"
Lulu was sitting up shakily, staring in his direction with the little pieces of paper over her hollow eyes. She began to cry quietly and punched him hard in the chest. "Where you been? I thought youd gone. Run off cause Im a -monster. "
"Youre no monster, Lulu. And I was only gone a day. "
"A week!" yelled Lulu. "Youve been gone a goddam week and no word at all!"
"Oh, baby. " Lulu grabbed him and cried against him, holding onto his jacket like a child. "I went away to get help for us," Spyder said. "It didnt seem like a week, but we went some funny places where the clocks run -different. "
"They burned down the shop, Spyder. "
"Who did it?"
"A bunch of people. Friends!" Lulu wiped her nose on the sleeve of her robe. Spyder handed her a bloody Kleenex from the table where her works were scattered. "They were crazy. Neighbors from Haight Street. People from the Bardo Lounge. They came in saying all kinds of insane shit. Youre a murderer or some shit. And, like, we kidnap kids and do things to em in the back. They started tearing the place up and someone had a gas can. I thought they were going to burn me, too. " She was crying again. When Lulu blew her nose, Spyder saw fresh scars on her wrists. Deep and running along the inner length of her arm, the scars were dry, like ruts dug into hard-packed sand. Spyder touched the scars and Lulu laughed.
"Funny, huh? I cant even off myself. There aint enough of me left to suicide. "
While hed bee
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