rnal reality? I am not just idly --

    Are you about to cry? asked ther.

    No, said Julie, I never cry. Except w I have done.

    her. ho in Gods name --

    t produces zombies, psycics, and  is needed.

    Eig at t census, Julie added.

    I am not saying t it is your fault, o ther.

    Edmund ed. though lovable.

    I t, said thomas, he is an alkie, is all.

    is he doing now?

    the road.

    Sucking on o t her.

    Conduct a sed tand by your bunks and open your footlockers.

    Prefer not to, said thomas.

    Fifty-year-old boys, Julie said, ts anothing.

    Are you blaming me? asked ther.

    t, said Julie, grinning in ts and knickers. And Keds.

    is ther.

    Does  to  t  to he answer.

    t  to be old farts, said Julie. t is not cy.

    Or old poop, said t is anot  to be.

    t very flattering, said to a man of a certain age.

    Stumbling from tage is anato t to be nuzzling new women wy.

    is ? asked tly reasonable to me.

    t, sly.

    Emma he road.

    Edmund  on he roadway, she said.

    trotted to turned holding a silver flask.

    s in it? Julie asked.

    tilted the flask.

    Anisette, .

    And furto t is unseemly. Ugly. Nasty-looking, ting it.

    tormed off dohe road.

    o do it again, said Emma. Paint th blood.

    No, said t.

    t two bounds.

    Your sword, sir.

    My sword?

    Surrender your sicker.

    You igatorious, said t