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Show 75 "Yes!" the woman said. "Look:" Hunt turned to her. "I came here for . . . very personal reasons. I came here - I'm on a junket. We are jnot staying together," Hunt said instructional ly to the clerk. "My name's Victoria," she said. Her eyes were searing. "Hunt," Hunt said, extending, almost punching forward, his hand. "Victoria Speer." "It's nice to have you with us, Mr. Hunt," the desk clerk smiled. Victoria Speer looked transparent. Hunt's room was large and heavily mirrored. It was in a pavilion beside a rasied teakwood shrine and pool and had black lacquered furniture, Oriental style. Hunt showered. He touched his skin. The water laced it hard, like a wire brush. Did he know enough, really, about anatomy, how to fill anatomy in? He thought of Leah. She was probably walking through the trees now, by the lake, with Sean and Todd, looking for Indian pipe and fern. She was good. Hunt needed to abandon himself more to that knowledge. He shut the shower off. Outside, he crossed the quadrangle to the casino. It was strung with nets. He moved quietly to the cashier. "My name is Hunt," he began. "I'm on a junket. I sent a check for ..." "Fill vouchers out at the tables," the lady said. Her eyes were on a piece of paper which she lowered onto a spindle. She opened and shut a drawer. |