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'
Bother
you
?
’
'
What
bothers
me
is
,
nothin
’
does
.
’
'
How
’
s
that
?
’
'
Had
me
this
buddy
in
the
Russian
camp
,
Siberia
,
his
thumb
was
frostbit
.
Medics
came
by
and
they
cut
it
off
.
Month
later
he
’
s
tossin
’
all
night
.
Elroy
,
I
said
,
what
’
s
eatin
’
you
?
Goddam
thumb
’
s
itchin
’
,
he
says
.
So
I
told
him
,
scratch
it
.
McCoy
,
he
says
,
it
’
s
the
othergoddam
thumb
.
’
When
the
construct
laughed
,
it
came
through
as
something
else
,
not
laughter
,
but
a
stab
of
cold
down
Case
’
s
spine
.
'
Do
me
a
favor
,
boy
.
’
'
What
’
s
that
,
Dix
?
’
'
This
scam
of
yours
,
when
it
’
s
over
,
you
erase
this
goddam
thing
.
’
Case
didn
’
t
understand
the
Zionites
.
Aerol
,
with
no
particular
provocation
,
related
the
tale
of
the
baby
who
had
burst
from
his
forehead
and
scampered
into
a
forest
of
hydroponic
ganja
.
'
Ver
’
small
baby
,
mon
,
no
long
’
you
finga
.
’
He
rubbed
his
palm
across
an
unscarred
expanse
of
brown
forehead
and
smiled
.
'
It
’
s
the
ganja
,
’
Molly
said
,
when
Case
told
her
the
story
.
'
They
don
’
t
make
much
of
a
difference
between
states
,
you
know
?
Aerol
tells
you
it
happened
,
well
,
it
happened
to
him
.
It
’
s
not
like
bullshit
,
more
like
poetry
.
Get
it
?
’
Case
nodded
dubiously
.
The
Zionites
always
touched
you
when
they
were
talking
,
hands
on
your
shoulder
.
