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asked Rich Rage.
"Yes," Beanie answered. "Just a minute."
"I think I found us a place to stay. Something the
matter? You okay?"
"I'll be out in a minute. I'm all right."
"Okeydoke. I'm right by the table."
In the bright light of the bathroom the four ladies sat
or stood in silence. Then Beanie dried her eyes on toilet
paper. "Thank you for caring about me," she told them.
"But I had to go because I had to find out. You know, I
almost lived my whole life and never knew.
Tracy? You know? Could you just leave me here
alone for a minute now? Please?"
What could they do? Abduct her? So they
unlocked the door and left her with Tracy's hug and
Evelyn's kiss and Priss's warning.
The whitewashed loft floated in layered clouds of
gray and blue smoke. The loft winked with a hundred
icy glasses. The loft warmed with the heat of hype. The
Dingley Falls ladies had left, but the party stayed. The
party laughed and leered and sneered and mooched
and munched and stroked and quipped and tripped and