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Show Acting Alone Page 108 and you have to live with things like Ronald Reagan, and piped-in Muzak that sounds like somebody's dead grandma constantly hovering over your shoulder, whispering, 'Rela-a-axxx, rela-a-axxx - !'") And Spikey was deeply greedy enough inside to be able to see the appeal of keeping the paltry ghostwriting fee "in the family," so to speak. And, of course, Shanny was his favorite - she was everybody's favorite. So, Spikey had decided to grant another audience to his future bro-in-law after all. He had decided, moreover, magnanimously to forget that comment about the you-know- what of Babylon. Besides, Shannon had told her auntie Mae Bell about how badly Spikey had hurt the big weird man's nose. ("He may have to experience amputation!" Shannon had apprently cried over the phone.) So Spikey, at the moment, was expected to feel kinda sorry: he was not currently defending his nation in some overseas hellhole; he was in the USA now, and was supposed to try to act like a sane human being. He'd actually been trying to kill Sam by driving the bridge of his fat nose up through the base of his brain's frontal lobes, but the angle had unfortunately been off a bit. Spikey wasn't used to killing such tall people with that particular method. The sand-nigger political prisoners whom the Shah's secret police had allowed Spikey and his pals to practice on had all been at least a foot and a half shorter than Sam. . . But, back to important matters. At one point Sam wondered whether Spikey might just be jacking him off, trying to placate him momentarily, with no intention of serious negotiating. Spikey might've been worried that Sam had gone back to Kansas |