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Show -13 don't know thai. But you'll soon learn." We bought our dinner from a hot dog stand in a beachside carnival and sat down on the sand to eat. Out beyond the glitter of beer cans and pop-tops little blue-green waves washed ashore; further out an old black freighter rode the thin line of the horizon, looking as if a mistimed breath of wind could blow it over the edge of the world. Behind Jenny and me a ferris wheel turned to the sound of music and the creaking of the cables and turnbuckles that held it together. "Cosmic," Jenny said. "What?" Under her shirt were little pointed breasts no bigger than month-old kittens. I held myself back from petting them; it would have been out of tenderness but how could I have explained it so she'd understand? "What's cosmic?" I said. "All this." She made a vague gesture with her hot dog, taking in the beach, the carnival booths, the sea, the old dark boat. "Don't you feel it? Anything could happen right now. " Her knee brushed mine. The ferris wheel turned and creaked, half-drowning the cries of children balancing high in its silver gondolas. I took a deep breath and looked away. "If a person could truly relax down inside himself and learn to ride the great curve of the world nothing bad would ever happen to him. J. Cash is like that-he doesn't warn |