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I
drove
around
the
corner
in
front
of
Mr
.
Famous
N
.
J
.
Sandwiches
.
She
opened
the
door
and
got
in
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
she
asked
.
She
was
in
her
mid
-
thirties
and
one
large
solid
gold
tooth
stood
out
in
the
center
of
her
smile
.
She
’
d
never
be
broke
.
"
Head
,
"
I
said
.
"
Twenty
dollars
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
let
’
s
go
.
"
"
Drive
up
Western
to
Franklin
,
take
a
left
,
go
to
Harvard
and
take
a
right
.
"
When
we
got
to
Harvard
it
was
hard
to
park
.
Finally
I
parked
in
a
red
zone
and
we
got
out
.
"
Follow
me
,
"
she
said
.
It
was
a
decaying
high
-
rise
.
Just
before
we
reached
the
lobby
she
took
a
right
and
I
followed
her
up
a
cement
stairway
,
watching
her
ass
.
It
was
strange
,
but
everybody
had
an
ass
.
It
was
almost
sad
.
But
I
didn
’
t
want
her
ass
.
I
followed
her
down
a
hallway
and
then
up
some
more
cement
steps
.
We
were
using
some
kind
of
fire
escape
instead
of
the
elevator
.
What
her
reason
was
I
had
no
idea
.
But
I
needed
the
exercise
-
if
I
intended
to
write
big
fat
novels
in
my
old
age
like
Knut
Hamsun
.
We
finally
reached
her
apartment
and
she
got
out
her
key
.
I
grabbed
her
hand
.
