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"
We
’
ll
drive
her
to
L
.
A
.
,
"
said
Bobby
.
We
paid
our
bill
,
got
into
the
car
,
Bobby
at
the
wheel
,
Valerie
next
to
him
and
Cecelia
and
me
in
the
back
seat
.
Cecelia
leaned
away
from
me
,
pressed
herself
against
the
door
,
as
far
away
from
me
as
she
could
get
.
Bobby
turned
on
the
tape
deck
.
The
music
hit
the
back
seat
like
a
wave
.
Bob
Dylan
.
Valerie
passed
back
a
joint
.
I
took
a
hit
then
tried
to
hand
it
to
Cecelia
.
She
cringed
away
from
me
.
I
reached
and
fondled
one
of
her
knees
,
squeezed
it
.
She
pushed
my
hand
away
.
"
Hey
,
how
you
guys
doing
back
there
?
"
Bobby
asked
"
It
’
s
love
,
"
I
replied
.
We
drove
for
an
hour
.
"
Here
’
s
the
airport
,
"
said
Bobby
.
"
You
’
ve
got
two
hours
,
"
I
told
Cecelia
.
"
We
can
go
back
to
my
place
and
wait
.
"
"
That
’
s
all
right
,
"
said
Cecelia
.
"
I
want
to
go
now
.
"
