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liking Lear jets for talking to Keith Richards on the phone. Lindsay was still crying when she slammed herself into Sam’s backseat. Knock knock, asked Sam. Who’s there? asked Lindsay. Nicholas, said Sam. Nicholas who? Nicholas girls can’t climb trees! Sam shrieked, grinning, That was a British joke, for England. In honor of England. England! She held a fist to the air in England’s name. Fuck England, Lindsay whimpered, I need a cigarette. Can I have a cigarette? Leave it to Lindsay to go to London and then come back crying and whimpering Fuck England, Sam thought, punctuating her own thought with an eye-roll. Sam wasn’t smoking today, so they stopped in at 7-11, where the baked-goods cabinet whirred warmly. You felt warmer standing next to it. Ben waited in the car. Get a brownie, said Lindsay. You get a brownie, Sam shrugged, I’m getting a cherry cruller. She picked up a cherry cruller with plastic tongs, like surgery, and slipped it into a waxy paper bag. The bag had a clear panel down the front so you could ogle your goodie. Ew! Lindsay squealed. Are you ewing at my cruller? Lindsay nodded. A Buddhist monk once told me that the greatest injustice a human being can commit against another is to criticize the food they put into their body. Lindsay didn’t like that answer and she wore it on her bitchface. How very JD Salinger of you, she clucked, and Sam thought What is this, What is this, What has the world come to that people talk like this, using JD Salinger’s name like this, and everyone knows what she means and we’re all so overeducated full of nothing; this is what we use it for. Clever meanness. Sam just couldn’t go in for that kind of thing, and she couldn’t say How dare you take JD Salinger’s name in vain! because it would mean that she was part of it. For real, she didn’t care about taking JD Salinger’s name in vain whether to be doing it or damning it, or spelling your daughter Zoe’s name Zooey, so many crimes against JD Salinger. They weren’t real problems, and she wouldn’t act like they were. Lucy s so beautiful, Lindsay sighed as they exhaled smoke out front. She’s not that beautiful, said Sam, Her face is too pointy. Angular, Lindsay corrected. No, said Sam, Pointy. She saved her cherry cruller in her purse until she’d let them out. Before driving away, she ripped off a piece of cruller and ate it. Her teeth cut through the crispy icing, a crackling feeling, and the soft cake inside was freckled with drops of cherry. WHY. Why did Keith’s crazy hands look like that? Were there extra muscles in the fingers from playing guitar a lot? His nailbeds were so wide it made her sick: it wasn’t human. And then the weirdest muscly parts were the sections beneath the nailbeds, which puffed up and flared out wider than his knuckles. The widest parts of fingers 37 Register Magazine

are supposed to be the knuckles and Sam checked her own fingers to make sure. I like your ring, Sam said weakly. Keith didn’t bother with words, just flicked up his chin and smiled a long, thin smile. How many people in Keith’s whole life have told him they liked his skull ring? It’s weird to think of what that would do to you, hater of Lear jets, Never got a flash out of cocktails, how is that even true? Dude, you are an alcoholic. He must mean to say cocktails as in cocktails vis-a-vis swigging Jack Daniels straight out of the bottle. Or heroin. Heroin, heroin, heroin. Please, Keith, regale me. Regale me with tales of your heroin use! You wear your heroin tales on your sleeve like your heart. Say it, Keith. Say you like my dress. Tell me I am everything like Anita Pallenberg in Morocco. Keith being fidgety with his charms. Sam stared at his face unapologetically, memorizing every lick of it. Some people live their entire lives without ever sitting four feet away from Keith Richards’ face and they are unlucky. She kind of wanted to yell Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you But yeah, she began with his nose, a bummy old nose with a twisted tip. After Keith went off with Fletch, Sam Google-imaged pictures of young Keith to see if his nose had always cocked off like that and it had, but not that much. Noses keep growing your whole life, right? Even off to the side. And it was redder than the rest of his face; it was no color she had ever seen before. A sotty red nose burnished brown from the sun, so much sun, it was mauve, almost. There were lines on his cheeks that ran north-to-south; she twitched her face around to see a lifetime of which facial expressions could engrave those lines but none, it seemed, in her case. She wanted to run a fingertip lightly across them with her eyes closed and feel the grooves and dips. It looked like under his skin, instead of flesh, there was rope. His chin was weak, but it had always been. His lips were inside his mouth, and his eyes were basset hound bloody, though the soul in his eyes was Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you Love you 38

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