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THE
KISSES
:
(
Warbling
.
)
Leo
!
(
Twittering
.
)
Icky
licky
micky
sticky
for
Leo
!
(
Cooing
.
)
Coo
coocoo
!
Yummyyum
,
Womwom
!
(
Warbling
.
)
Big
comebig
!
Pirouette
!
Leopopold
!
(
Twittering
.
)
Leeolee
!
(
Warbling
.
)
O
Leo
!
(
They
rustle
,
flutter
upon
his
garments
,
alight
,
bright
giddy
flecks
,
silvery
sequins
.
)
BLOOM
:
A
man
’
s
touch
.
Sad
music
.
Church
music
.
Perhaps
here
.
(
Zoe
Higgins
,
a
young
whore
in
a
sapphire
slip
,
closed
with
three
bronze
buckles
,
a
slim
black
velvet
fillet
round
her
throat
,
nods
,
trips
down
the
steps
and
accosts
him
.
)
ZOE
:
Are
you
looking
for
someone
?
He
’
s
inside
with
his
friend
.
BLOOM
:
Is
this
Mrs
Mack
’
s
?
ZOE
:
No
,
eightyone
.
Mrs
Cohen
’
s
.
You
might
go
farther
and
fare
worse
.
Mother
Slipperslapper
.
(
Familiarly
.
)
She
’
s
on
the
job
herself
tonight
with
the
vet
her
tipster
that
gives
her
all
the
winners
and
pays
for
her
son
in
Oxford
.
Working
overtime
but
her
luck
’
s
turned
today
.
(
Suspiciously
.
)
You
’
re
not
his
father
,
are
you
?
BLOOM
:
Not
I
!
ZOE
:
You
both
in
black
.
Has
little
mousey
any
tickles
tonight
?
(
His
skin
,
alert
,
feels
her
fingertips
approach
.
A
hand
glides
over
his
left
thigh
.
)
