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"
Fear
,
"
I
said
.
"
Here
we
are
,
"
she
said
and
drove
her
car
into
the
Hollywood
cemetery
.
"
Nice
,
"
I
said
,
"
real
nice
.
I
had
forgotten
all
about
death
.
"
We
drove
around
.
Most
of
the
tombs
were
above
ground
.
They
were
like
little
houses
,
with
pillars
and
front
steps
.
And
each
had
a
locked
iron
door
.
Dee
Dee
parked
and
we
got
out
.
She
tried
one
of
the
doors
.
I
watched
her
behind
wiggle
as
she
worked
at
the
door
.
I
thought
about
Nietzsche
.
There
we
were
:
a
German
stallion
and
a
Jewish
mare
.
The
Fatherland
would
adore
me
.
We
got
back
into
the
M
.
Benz
and
Dee
Dee
parked
outside
of
one
of
the
bigger
units
.
They
were
all
stuck
into
the
walls
in
there
.
Rows
and
rows
of
them
.
Some
had
flowers
,
in
little
vases
,
but
most
of
the
blooms
were
withered
.
The
majority
of
the
niches
didn
’
t
have
flowers
.
Some
of
them
had
husband
and
wife
neatly
side
by
side
.
In
some
cases
one
niche
was
empty
and
waiting
.
In
all
cases
the
husband
was
the
one
already
dead
.
Dee
Dee
took
my
hand
and
led
me
around
the
corner
.
There
he
was
,
down
near
the
bottom
,
Rudolph
Valentino
.
Dead
1926
.
Didn
’
t
live
long
.
I
decided
to
live
to
be
80
.
Think
of
being
80
and
fucking
an
18
year
old
girl
.
If
there
was
any
way
to
cheat
the
game
of
death
,
that
was
it
.
Dee
Dee
lifted
one
of
the
flower
vases
and
dropped
it
into
her
purse
.
The
standard
trip
.
Rip
off
whatever
wasn
’
t
tied
down
.
Everything
belonged
to
everybody
.
We
went
outside
and
Dee
Dee
said
,
"
I
want
to
sit
on
Tyrone
Power
’
s
bench
.
He
was
my
favorite
.
I
loved
him
!
"
We
went
and
sat
on
Tyrone
’
s
bench
next
to
his
grave
.
Then
we
got
up
and
walked
over
to
Douglas
Fairbanks
Sr
.
’
s
tomb
.
He
had
a
good
one
.
His
own
private
reflector
pool
in
front
of
the
tomb
.
The
pool
was
filled
with
water
lillies
and
pollywogs
.
We
walked
up
some
stairs
and
there
at
the
back
of
the
tomb
was
a
place
to
sit
.
Dee
Dee
and
I
sat
.
I
noticed
a
crack
in
the
wall
of
the
tomb
with
small
red
ants
running
in
and
out
.
I
watched
the
small
red
ants
for
a
while
,
then
put
my
arms
around
Dee
Dee
and
kissed
her
,
a
good
long
long
kiss
.
We
were
going
to
be
good
friends
.
Dee
Dee
had
to
pick
up
her
son
at
the
airport
.
He
was
coming
home
from
England
for
his
vacation
.
He
was
17
,
she
told
me
,
and
his
father
was
an
ex
-
concert
pianist
.
But
he
’
d
fallen
for
speed
and
coke
,
and
later
on
burned
his
fingers
in
an
accident
.
He
could
no
longer
play
the
piano
.
They
’
d
been
divorced
for
some
time
.
