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Rondeau waved his hand in a be-my-guest gesture. “Go. Convince her. She doesn’t like<br />
taxis. Because the drivers could be taking you anywhere.”<br />
“Like bus drivers can’t steer you wrong?”<br />
“I do not claim to endorse her logic,” Rondeau said. “I am merely reporting it. She<br />
mostly travels on foot back home. We could have a limo driving us around here, but<br />
Marla likes to keep her feet on the ground.”<br />
B sighed, steeled himself, and lengthened his stride. He fell into step beside Marla and<br />
said, “Would you like me to flag down a cab? They’re not too hard to get on Market.”<br />
“We can get a bus, can’t we?” she said.<br />
“It’ll take longer,” B said.<br />
She frowned, then nodded. “Yeah, all right. But only since we’re in a hurry.”<br />
B raised his hand to the next passing cab, which was, fortunately, dented, battered, and<br />
in need of a wash. He could tell Marla approved. B and Rondeau got in the backseat,<br />
and Marla rode in front. She told the driver the address, reading from the piece of paper.<br />
He grunted and drove on without comment.<br />
The three of them stood on a corner in front of a liquor store with barred windows, dirty<br />
newspaper pages and discarded ice-cream wrappers blowing around their feet, the<br />
sidewalk permanently mottled and discolored with spit, vomit, ground-out cigarette<br />
butts, and ancient blobs of chewing gum. Marla inhaled, deeply, taking in the scent of<br />
piss and spilled beer, and, yes, she could have been in Felport, in the darkest part of the<br />
urban core, where she lived alone in an apartment building that would have been<br />
condemned if not for her influence. This was the neighborhood of easily gratified baser<br />
appetites, where sex and booze and drugs were just a quick cash transaction away,<br />
where the distance between want and have and have-not could be cut down to nothing<br />
in a moment. Every city had places like this, though some cities took pains to hide them.<br />
Marla liked it here. She understood its logic and its brutal grace. This was a place of<br />
simple motivations. Marla suspected she would get along with the sorcerer who had<br />
taken this neighborhood as her own.<br />
“Now, this is almost like home,” Rondeau said, looking up at a sign advertising “Live<br />
Nude Girls.”<br />
“Except around here, some of the strip clubs are employee-owned co-ops,” B said,<br />
slouching against a light pole. His eyes were shadowed, and Marla wondered if he’d<br />
slept at all the night before, or if he always looked this much on the edge of being usedup.<br />
She suspected he did. It must be difficult, being half ordinary, half magical.<br />
Chimeras had short life spans. The strain of being more than one thing at once could<br />
tear anyone apart.