what goes down in the perceived world is iffy:maybe it’s real, maybe not. I expected Belle to tell them, no, to gather her people up and leave, but she didn't. I looked at him, hugging my legs to me. It has been one helluva trip; and I am sanguine that I’m right where I’m supposedto be: no fall-back excuses as to luck or chance or “breaks” or cabals out to get me.
But only at certain times. It wasn’t till Jim returned, young, innocent, a college student with very little bread, that I foundout she had asked him for the hundred bucks, too. He said drivers like it should have been in capital letters. This was the last chance, and it was important, terribly important!He spun on the stool and called after her, “Miss—” She stopped and turned.
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