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Show 102 Back in the boat, they have only the sun to dry them off. "You are really beautiful," Hall says. He opens her a beer. "I have a wrestler's body," Jewel says. She laughs, looks at the sky, says: "God!" "I'm sorry I waited," Hall confesses. "It's your style," Jewel says. And her words suddenly track her on an interior. She comes out, for observation: "The water's like glass," she says. Hunt wonders why this whole elaborate imagining hasn't put him to sleep. Why is he more alert than when he began? He counts his day's cups of coffee. After they've returned the boat and are crossing the marina parking lot to the rented Ford, Hall asks Jewel: "Was that true? I mean, about the mums dying?" Hall feels like he should be in Florida. Jewel stops in the gravel. She's seething. "You prick," she says. "It's just so strange," Hall says. He doesn't want her to be angry. "Really? What's strange?" Jewel fires. Hall doesn't answer. All he has is another question, that gets no further than his mind: Do you think you're responsible?! "... Nevada," Jewel says, later, in the moving car. "Jewel?" "Christ: It sounds like we should be in Spain. Nevada. Not in The United States." "Toledo's in Spain," Hall says. Jewel drifts to silence again, then says: "Take me to the airport." "Why?" Hall's blood overloads, he almost stammers. |
