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"
That
was
Lydia
.
Let
me
have
a
broom
and
a
large
paper
bag
.
"
I
went
down
into
the
street
and
began
sweeping
up
the
broken
glass
and
placing
it
in
the
brown
paper
bag
.
That
bitch
has
gone
too
far
this
time
,
I
thought
.
I
’
ll
go
and
buy
more
liquor
.
I
’
ll
stay
the
night
with
Nicole
,
maybe
a
couple
of
nights
.
I
was
bent
over
picking
up
the
glass
when
I
heard
a
strange
sound
behind
me
.
I
looked
around
.
It
was
Lydia
in
the
Thing
.
She
had
it
up
on
the
sidewalk
and
was
driving
straight
towards
me
at
about
30
m
.
p
.
h
.
I
leaped
aside
as
the
car
went
by
,
missing
me
by
an
inch
.
The
car
ran
down
to
the
end
of
the
block
,
bumped
down
off
the
curb
,
continued
up
the
street
,
then
took
a
right
at
the
next
corner
and
was
gone
.
I
went
back
to
sweeping
up
the
glass
.
I
got
it
all
swept
up
and
put
away
.
Then
I
reached
down
into
the
original
paper
bag
and
found
one
undamaged
bottle
of
beer
.
It
looked
very
good
.
I
really
needed
it
.
I
was
about
to
unscrew
the
cap
when
someone
grabbed
it
out
of
my
hand
.
It
was
Lydia
again
.
She
ran
up
to
Nicole
’
s
door
with
the
bottle
and
hurled
it
at
the
glass
She
hurled
it
with
such
velocity
that
it
went
straight
through
like
a
large
bullet
,
not
smashing
the
entire
window
but
leaving
just
a
round
hole
.
Lydia
ran
off
and
I
walked
up
the
stairway
.
Nicole
was
still
standing
there
.
"
For
god
’
s
sake
,
Chinaski
,
leave
with
her
before
she
kills
everybody
!
"
I
turned
and
walked
back
down
the
stairway
.
Lydia
was
sitting
in
her
car
at
the
curbing
with
the
engine
running
.
I
opened
the
door
and
got
in
.
She
drove
off
.
Neither
of
us
spoke
a
word
.
I
began
receiving
letters
from
a
girl
in
New
York
City
.
Her
name
was
Mindy
.
She
had
run
across
a
couple
of
my
books
,
but
the
best
thing
about
her
letters
was
that
she
seldom
mentioned
writing
except
to
say
that
she
was
not
a
writer
.
She
wrote
about
things
in
general
and
men
and
sex
in
particular
.
Mindy
was
25
,
wrote
in
longhand
,
and
the
handwriting
was
stable
,
sensible
,
yet
humorous
.
I
answered
her
letters
and
was
always
glad
to
find
one
of
hers
in
my
mailbox
.
Most
people
are
much
better
at
saying
things
in
letters
than
in
conversation
,
and
some
people
can
write
artistic
,
inventive
letters
,
but
when
they
try
a
poem
or
story
or
novel
they
become
pretentious
.
Then
Mindy
sent
some
photographs
.
If
they
were
faithful
she
was
quite
beautiful
.
We
wrote
for
several
more
weeks
and
then
she
mentioned
that
she
had
a
2
week
vacation
coming
up
.
Why
don
’
t
you
fly
out
?
I
suggested
.
