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We
walked
along
the
shoreline
.
Cecelia
was
happy
.
When
the
waves
came
in
and
ran
over
her
bare
feet
she
screamed
.
"
You
people
go
ahead
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
’
m
going
to
find
a
bar
.
"
"
I
’
ll
come
with
you
,
"
said
Bobby
.
"
I
’
ll
watch
over
Cecelia
,
"
Valerie
said
.
.
.
We
found
the
nearest
bar
.
There
were
only
two
empty
stools
.
We
sat
down
.
Bobby
drew
a
male
.
I
drew
a
female
.
Bobby
and
I
ordered
our
drinks
.
The
woman
next
to
me
was
26
,
27
.
Something
had
wearied
her
-
her
eyes
and
mouth
looked
tired
-
but
she
still
held
together
in
spite
of
it
.
Her
hair
was
dark
and
well
-
kept
.
She
had
on
a
skirt
and
she
had
good
legs
.
Her
soul
was
topaz
and
you
could
see
it
in
her
eyes
.
I
laid
my
leg
against
hers
.
She
didn
’
t
move
away
.
I
drained
my
drink
.
"
Buy
me
a
drink
,
"
I
asked
her
.
She
nodded
to
the
barkeep
.
He
came
over
"
Vodka
-
7
for
the
gentleman
.
"
"
Thanks
.
.
.
"
"
Babette
.
"
"
Thanks
,
Babette
.
My
name
’
s
Henry
Chinaski
,
alcoholic
writer
.
"
"
Never
heard
of
you
.
"
