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Falconer 95<br />
anything but did I know him well enough to identify him and I<br />
said of course, thinking that he might be in some line-up although<br />
I had already begun to sense that it would be something more<br />
serious and grave, as it was. I followed him down some stairs and I<br />
could tell by the stink where we were going and there were all these<br />
big drawers like a walk-in filing cabinet and he pulled one out and<br />
there was Michael, very dead, of course. The lieutenant said they<br />
got him with a knife in the back, twenty-two times, and the cop,<br />
the lieutenant, said he was very big in drugs, very active, and I<br />
guess somebody really hated him. They must have gone on knifing<br />
him long after he was dead. So then the lieutenant and I shook<br />
hands and I think he gave me a searching look to see if I was an<br />
addict or a queer and then he gave me a broad smile of relief<br />
which meant that he didn’t think I was either although I could<br />
have made this all up. I went back to the motel and had about<br />
seventeen more drinks and cried myself to sleep.”<br />
It was not that night but sometime later that the Cuckold told<br />
Farragut about the Valley. The Valley was a long room off the<br />
tunnel to the left of the mess hall. Along one wall was a cast-iron<br />
trough of a urinal. The light in the room was very dim. The wall<br />
above the urinal was white tiling with a very limited power of<br />
reflection. You could make out the height and the complexion of<br />
the men on your left and your right and that was about all. The<br />
Valley was where you went after chow to fuck yourself. Almost no<br />
one but killjoys strayed into the dungeon for a simple piss. There<br />
were ground rules. You could touch the other man’s hips and<br />
shoulders, but nothing else. The trough accommodated twenty<br />
men and twenty men stood there, soft, hard or halfway in either<br />
direction, fucking themselves. If you finished and wanted to come<br />
again you went to the end of the line. There were the usual jokes.<br />
How many times, Charlie? Five coming up, but my feet are getting<br />
sore.