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Show -191 mood and we three were working hard to stay even with her. It struck me that I didn't understand these people at all; we lived on the same earth, they had arms and legs like me, pricked, they certainly would bleed, but who were they? "Depends on which God you have in mind," I said. "Some would take you for a terrible sinner if you didn't dance." "There, you see, that's an educated man speaking. Which God is that?" Juan wanted to know. "Beats me," I said. "I was just talking," "Sin is sin," Estrellita said seriously. Cecil passed by, pushing an iron-wheeled handcart over the floorplates with a judgment-day noise, and I nodded at him. He was a puzzle to me too. He lived alone like me, was thirty-three years old, a Westerner too, from Oakland; he liked to play the saxophone, but those were only facts, history without inner light. Of his true secret self I had no notion at all. Nor of my own. "Move in with me," I said to Fancy. We were on our ten-minute afternoon break. She shook her head. "That's no good." "Why not? Look how much time you spend at my place anyhow. We could save on rent. We like each other." She took a Hershey bar out of her lunchbox and dealt with it in three large bites. "I thought you were never |