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Show Acting Alone Page 43 Shannon insisted on being dropped off at the Kiev, Nebraska Greyhound depot. She refused to drive with Sam, and that made him throb inside, almost as badly as his destroyed nose throbbed on the outside. Driving thigh-to-thigh cross country with Shannon was probably the most intimate he ever got with anybody. It was going to feel like being a husband kicked out of bed, that long drive alone back to the hideous little Kansas Kollege Kommunity, where Sam felt about as comfortable as a sleepy naked unsexed sweaty husband on a flesh-peeling vinyl couch. So he decided to take the long way around, go a couple of extra hours west, penetrate Colorado, and make his customary run to the place of the special objects in the mountains. Though he was no so-called mackerel snapper, he often returned to this place for spiritual renewal, to adore the objects - sacred relics, really„ if the truth be known. If these objects could not cheer him up, at least they could temporarily deepen him up. |