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"
Come
on
!
"
she
said
.
"
Keep
up
!
"
She
was
on
something
,
it
appeared
to
be
downers
.
She
was
woozy
.
Tammie
walked
up
to
a
newsstand
and
began
staring
at
a
periodical
.
I
think
it
was
Variety
.
She
stood
there
and
stood
there
.
I
stood
there
near
her
.
It
was
boring
and
senseless
.
She
just
stared
at
Variety
.
"
Listen
,
sister
,
either
buy
the
damned
thing
or
move
on
!
"
It
was
the
man
inside
the
newsstand
.
Tammie
moved
on
.
"
My
god
,
New
York
is
a
horrible
place
!
I
just
wanted
to
see
if
there
was
anything
about
the
reading
!
"
Tammie
moved
along
,
wiggling
it
,
wobbling
from
one
side
of
the
pavement
to
the
other
.
In
Hollywood
cars
would
have
pulled
over
to
the
curbing
,
blacks
would
have
made
overtures
,
she
would
have
been
approached
,
serenaded
,
applauded
.
New
York
was
different
;
it
was
jaded
and
weary
and
it
disdained
flesh
.
We
were
into
a
black
district
.
They
watched
us
walking
by
:
the
redhead
with
the
long
hair
,
stoned
,
and
the
old
guy
with
gray
in
his
beard
walking
behind
her
,
wearily
.
I
glanced
at
them
sitting
on
their
stoops
;
they
had
good
faces
.
I
liked
them
.
I
liked
them
better
than
I
liked
her
.
I
followed
Tammie
down
the
street
.
Then
there
was
a
furniture
store
.
There
was
a
broken
down
desk
chair
out
in
front
on
the
sidewalk
.
Tammie
walked
over
to
the
old
desk
chair
and
stood
staring
at
it
.
She
seemed
hypnotized
.
She
kept
staring
at
the
desk
chair
.
She
touched
it
with
her
finger
.
Minutes
went
by
.
Then
she
sat
down
in
it
.
"
Look
,
"
I
told
her
,
"
I
’
m
going
back
to
the
hotel
.
You
do
whatever
you
want
to
do
.
"
Tammie
didn
’
t
even
look
up
.
She
slid
her
hands
back
and
forth
on
the
arm
rests
of
the
desk
chair
.
She
was
in
a
world
of
her
own
.
I
turned
and
walked
off
,
back
to
the
Chelsea
.
