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Show •222 outlandish desert in the world we'll be in Los Angeles. We'll start a new life." "I want to go back to the factory for a minute before we leave, to say goodbye." "Didn't you do that last Friday?" "Estrellita was home with the flu all week and I didn't get to see her. You don't have to come with me-I know you don't want to see Weinstein. Why don't I meet vou at the bus station?" "All right," I said. She gave me a long happy kiss, leaning over the table. "I'll take my suitcase with me," she said. "There's a couple of old blouses in it I was going to give Estrellita." I rode the subway to the station with my own beat-up bag on my knees -the same one I brought in the truck all the way from Tucson. I sat in the front car and looked out at the black tunnel we were rushing into with such noise and commotion. I thought of Cecil and what must have been going through his mind for him to jump in front of a train like this one. He knew a lot about life but couldn't stand it, I suppose. Ahead of the train little yellow and blue-green lights flickered; occasionally another tunnel opened up to the right or to the left and we shot over the intersection points with a terrific clatter. A Greyhound bus at night is a big bubble of terror and |