bastard

“I wish they wouldn’t emphasize that rocket so much here. Makes me cold inside, brrr.”

“Well,” jested older Keith B. a bit. “It was a big deal in the days. Put Golden City on the map.”

“Put it *on* the map by taking it *off*, brrr. Nothing left but a big hole.” She glances sideways at The Man, who was scanning pictures on the wall at the back of the stage, focusing on one in particular. “Speaking of which… he needs to get back over here and finish his story.”

“True,” agreed Keith B. “He can’t just leave us hanging in mid air about that whale.”

“Hey!” Kate McCoy called over to The Man. “We gotta keep moving down the road, to the fork. Else…”

“I know,” The Man replied in his cool, bass voice while still studying, still looking. “All of this will be in vain. But I believe — this man — is wearing — lipstick.” He touches Jimmy’s gray lips with his finger, as if he could swipe them and then check for color.

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