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"
Utah
.
Muleshead
,
Utah
.
Population
ioo
.
I
grew
up
on
a
ranch
.
My
father
was
a
drunk
.
He
’
s
dead
now
.
Maybe
that
’
s
why
I
’
m
with
him
.
.
.
"
She
jerked
a
thumb
at
me
.
We
ate
.
After
the
fish
was
consumed
Diana
carried
the
bones
away
.
Then
there
was
chocolate
cake
and
strong
(
cheap
)
red
wine
.
"
Oh
,
this
cake
is
good
,
"
said
Lydia
,
"
can
I
have
another
piece
?
"
"
Sure
,
darling
,
"
said
Diana
.
"
Mr
.
Chinaski
,
"
said
a
dark
-
haired
girl
from
across
the
room
,
"
I
’
ve
read
translations
of
your
books
in
Germany
.
You
’
re
very
popular
in
Germany
.
"
"
That
’
s
nice
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
wish
they
’
d
send
me
some
royalties
.
.
.
"
"
Look
,
"
said
Lydia
,
"
let
’
s
not
talk
about
literary
crap
.
Let
’
s
do
something
!
"
She
leaped
up
and
did
a
bump
and
a
grind
.
"
LET
’
S
DANCE
!
"
Harry
Ascot
put
on
his
gentle
and
generous
smile
and
walked
over
and
turned
up
the
stereo
.
He
turned
it
up
as
loud
as
it
would
go
.
Lydia
danced
around
the
room
and
a
young
blond
boy
with
ringlets
glued
to
his
forehead
joined
her
.
They
began
dancing
together
.
Others
got
up
and
danced
.
I
sat
there
.
