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of himself and the money he made with cheap, false
books about quick guns and fast women. He felt sad
about the human race, sad and sick at heart. Looking at
the mirror, he thought of the words Ramona had said to
him jokingly last night. "Deathbed advice, Sammy.
Listen.
Get a big mirror. Take off your clothes. Stand
there. Laugh. Come too, stand beside you, if I could
walk. Am I saying words? Can't hear.
Nod. Good. All these years. Same house. Not true
aunt. Should have had sex. Why not? Curiosity. Now,
never know. Missed it. Old woman, but as a favor you
could have. Too late now. Don't be so prissy. Blushing.
Shame, ain't it? Laugh."
"Oh, Lord," said Hayes, shaking his head at the
room where Limus Barnum had spent that time that
others did not care to spend with him. "Poor creepy
bastard."
Smalter took Hayes by the arm and led him home.
Brushing his hand through his wreath of hair, he said,
"Ah, well, Alvis, you see, even in the land of romance,
sometimes character is destiny. Sadly enough. Go to