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His
eyes
kept
coming
back
to
the
low
cut
of
her
gown
.
It
was
not
the
smooth
skin
that
attracted
his
glance
,
not
the
exposed
rise
of
her
breasts
,
but
the
fraud
of
the
safety
pin
beyond
the
edge
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
see
him
beaten
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
hear
him
scream
with
pain
,
just
once
.
"
"
You
won
’
t
,
Jimmy
.
"
"
Why
does
he
think
he
’
s
better
than
the
rest
of
us
—
he
and
that
sister
of
mine
?
"
She
chuckled
.
He
rose
as
if
she
had
slapped
him
.
He
went
to
the
bar
and
poured
himself
another
drink
,
not
offering
to
refill
her
glass
.
She
was
speaking
into
space
,
staring
past
him
.
"
He
did
notice
my
existence
—
even
though
I
can
’
t
lay
railroad
tracks
for
him
and
erect
bridges
to
the
glory
of
his
Metal
.
I
can
’
t
build
his
mills
—
but
I
can
destroy
them
.
I
can
’
t
produce
his
Metal
—
but
I
can
take
it
away
from
him
.
I
can
’
t
bring
men
down
to
their
knees
in
admiration
—
but
I
can
bring
them
down
to
their
knees
.
"
"
Shut
up
!
"
he
screamed
in
terror
,
as
if
she
were
coming
too
close
to
that
fogbound
alley
which
had
to
remain
unseen
.
She
glanced
up
at
his
face
.
"
You
’
re
such
a
coward
,
Jim
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
get
drunk
?
"
he
snapped
,
sticking
his
unfinished
drink
at
her
mouth
,
as
if
he
wanted
to
strike
her
.
