Or a picture of your mother, perhaps. I think I want toscream. Do you reallywant to know at all? Do you want to know or do you want to feel? Oh, you're killing me! I cried. He told 'em about the silk stockings and they thought it was goddam funny, and showed him the way to
I climbed the stairs toward the laughter and shouts, the sounds of theRed-Tops and the calliope, the smells of fried food and farm animals. Hey, who knows what we might find? But I was a turn back. There was nothing there, of course--dreams are just dreams. Perhaps she was taken with him, as well.