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Marshall
put
his
head
into
the
room
.
"
Come
on
,
they
’
re
wait
-
ing
!
"
"
Tammie
’
s
not
ready
,
"
I
told
him
.
Then
she
piled
her
hair
up
on
top
of
her
head
again
and
looked
at
herself
.
Then
she
let
it
fall
.
Then
she
stood
close
to
the
mirror
and
looked
at
her
eyes
.
Marshall
knocked
,
then
came
in
.
"
Come
on
,
Chinaski
!
"
"
Come
on
,
Tammie
,
let
’
s
go
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
I
walked
out
with
Tammie
at
my
elbow
.
They
started
applauding
.
The
old
Chinaski
bullshit
was
working
.
Tammie
went
down
into
the
crowd
and
I
started
to
read
.
I
had
many
beers
in
an
ice
bucket
.
I
had
old
poems
and
new
poems
.
I
couldn
’
t
miss
.
I
had
St
.
Mark
’
s
by
the
cross
.
We
got
back
to
1010
.
I
had
my
check
.
I
’
d
left
word
that
we
didn
’
t
want
to
be
disturbed
.
Tammie
and
I
sat
drinking
.
I
’
d
read
5
or
6
love
poems
about
her
.
"
They
knew
who
I
was
,
"
she
said
.
"
Sometimes
I
giggled
.
It
was
embarassing
.
"
They
had
known
who
she
was
all
right
.
She
glistened
with
sex
.
Even
the
roaches
and
the
ants
and
the
flies
wanted
to
fuck
her
.
