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Now
it
’
s
getting
late
and
we
must
leave
each
other
…
"
He
unrolled
the
window
,
pitched
his
cigarette
butt
out
,
then
rolled
it
further
down
to
clear
out
the
smell
of
the
oranges
.
He
tapped
his
fingers
against
the
wheel
and
hummed
along
under
his
breath
.
Hooked
over
the
rearview
mirror
,
his
St
.
Christopher
’
s
medal
swung
gently
back
and
forth
.
And
suddenly
the
smell
of
oranges
intensified
and
he
knew
it
was
coming
,
something
was
coming
at
him
.
He
saw
his
own
eyes
in
the
rearview
,
widening
,
surprised
.
And
then
it
came
all
at
once
,
came
in
a
huge
blast
that
drove
out
everything
else
:
the
music
,
the
road
ahead
,
his
own
absent
awareness
of
himself
as
a
unique
human
creature
.
It
was
as
if
someone
had
put
a
psychic
gun
to
his
head
and
shot
him
with
a
.
45
caliber
scream
.
(
!
!
!
OH
DICK
OH
PLEASE
PLEASE
PLEASE
COME
!
!
!
)
The
limo
had
just
drawn
even
with
a
Pinto
station
wagon
driven
by
a
man
in
workman
’
s
clothes
.
The
workman
saw
the
limo
drifting
into
his
lane
and
laid
on
the
born
.
When
the
Cadillac
continued
to
drift
he
snapped
a
look
at
the
driver
and
saw
a
big
black
man
bolt
upright
behind
the
wheel
,
his
eyes
looking
vaguely
upward
.
Later
the
workman
told
his
wife
that
he
knew
it
was
just
one
of
those
niggery
hairdos
they
were
all
wearing
these
days
,
but
at
the
time
it
had
looked
just
as
if
every
hair
on
that
coon
’
s
head
was
standing
on
end
.
He
thought
the
black
man
was
having
a
heart
attack
.
The
workman
braked
hard
,
dropping
back
into
a
luckilyempty
space
behind
him
.
The
rear
end
of
the
Cadillac
pulled
ahead
of
him
,
still
cutting
in
,
and
the
workman
stared
with
bemused
horror
as
the
long
,
rocket
-
shaped
rear
taillights
cut
into
his
lane
no
more
than
a
quarter
of
an
inch
in
front
of
his
bumper
.
The
workman
cut
to
the
left
,
still
laying
on
his
horn
,
and
roared
around
the
drunkenly
weaving
limousine
.
He
invited
the
driver
of
the
limo
to
perform
an
illegal
sex
act
on
himself
.
To
engage
in
oral
congress
with
various
rodents
and
birds
.
He
articulated
his
own
proposal
that
all
persons
of
Negro
blood
return
to
their
native
continent
.
He
expressed
his
sincere
belief
in
the
position
the
limo
-
driver
’
s
soul
would
occupy
in
the
afterlife
.
He
finished
by
saying
that
he
believed
be
had
met
the
limo
-
driver
’
s
mother
in
a
New
Orleans
house
of
prostitution
.
Then
he
was
ahead
and
out
of
danger
and
suddenly
aware
that
he
had
wet
his
pants
.
In
Hallorann
’
s
mind
the
thought
kept
repeating
