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Show 104 I should be on film." Hall almost confesses. "It feels like the gravity's different here," she goes on. "Is that possible? Might there be less gravity? Do people who are born here, who are born and live here, do they tend to be taller? Thinner? How's the Las Vegas basketball team?" "Gravity's the same," Hall says. A knife blade is beginning to probe his cortex, as he turns off onto Tropicana Boulevard. "Gravity's the same for everybody." "How do you know?" "It just j_s." Hall steals a look and sees Jewel smirk. "We don't have the same gravity," Jewel says, taunting Hall. "Bullshit." "We never did." Hall knows it's a game; still, she gets him. "I don't think you would have stayed with me," Hall says. It's an unplanned statement, and they pull into the employee's section of the hotel parking lot. "I think what's most important to you is some belief that you can always change. That you are changing. You don't want to be permanent. You don't want to be fixed. If I'd stayed -- you wouldn't have. I was a burden!" Hall cuts his engine. He looks hard at Jewel then thinks that if she had a gun, she would kill him. Hall knows that in Las Vegas it happens a lot: women shooting men with small pistols in cars in casino parking lots in the sun. "I'm sorry," Hall tempers his accusation. "Jewel: you pissed me off - |
