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Show Acting Alone Page 452 "Was that your back I was scratching? I thought it was my own." "You know, we could throw something together tonight and be done in time for the big day tomorrow." "Yes. We could take turns typing and dictating. If our combined skills permit, we could even write this thing deviously as a tribute to Axelrad, and sneak it past the devious old man as his psychosex whatever." "Yeah. Nobody's ever going to read it anyway. Just pay money for it." And, as the sun began to rise up out of the prairies and cast the first lurid beams of light on the ruined side of Cheyenne Mountain, Sister Polycarpana was stepping gracefully back into Simone Stylite's extensive nun's undies and habit, Sam watching her, naked and relaxed and motionless and wordless from the good couch. "See you in a couple of hours." "Sure he'll let you out of here?" "Book's done, isn't it? Sucker better let a man out on the biggest day of his life. But, you know how iffy the literary world is these days, with the sinking economy and all. If I'm late, tell the parasite to save me some wine and cheese-flavored food product." |