He said he was an artist, although I found out
later he was nothing but a hippie dope-fiend dirty bird who had been washing
dishes in an Estes Park restaurant for the last couple of months. He saw her
sitting in here and scooping ice-cream into her mouth, or maybe handfuls of
half-congealed chicken gravy with a Pepsi chaser, simply eating and drinking in
a deep depressed daze. He saw her
sitting in here and scooping ice-cream into her mouth, or maybe handfuls of
half-congealed chicken gravy with a Pepsi chaser, simply eating and drinking in
a deep depressed daze. Tom had shown him how to hot-wire an ignition, how to
use the thin and limber strip of metal car-thieves called Slim Jims to yank the
lock on a car door, how to short out a car burglar alarm. Just a kid pushing a
shopping cart up 48th Street, that was all, but there had been a cage in the
cart, and in it had been a rather large furry animal which Paul at first
thought was a cat. "Whatever he thought of it, Mr Rancho Grande was not going
to give Annie the satisfaction of seeing it - that neutral _expression_ dropped
over his face again like the visor on a suit of
armor.
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