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"I really need this favor, Dodd," Danny told him. "If you do
this for me, we'll be all even. Hell --- I'll be owing you."
Dodd hesitated.
"Come on, man." Danny was pleading.
"You just want to stay in my garage?"
"That's all I'm asking."
"Okay. Okay, I can do that. But," he gave Danny a warning
look, "don't bring any . . . you know. Just don't." Dodd could
imagine a half-dozen anarchists getting drunk and shooting up his
garage with high-powered energy weapons. What a nightmare!
"I love you, man," Danny was saying. "We'll be around in a
little while, very quiet. No problems."
Dodd nodded, said goodbye and hung up. He immediately wanted
to call Danny back and cancel the whole thing, but of course he
had no idea from where Danny had been calling.
The time display now read 12:10 AM. He had to get up for work
at 5:30 AM. I've got to get these people out of here, he thought,
and walked back into the living room. "Okay, it's time to call it
a night. It's way past my bed time."
No one looked away from the television. No one made a move.
His girlfriend Sheila was only a few feet away, and she hadn't
heard a word he'd said. She stared at the screen with glazed eyes,
breathing slowly through her slack mouth. Colors from the giant
screen reflected from her white face.
He reached over and shook her shoulder. "Are you asleep?" he
asked.
"Huh?" She blinked, then turned and looked at him. "What?"
"I said, are you asleep?"
"Oh." She held out her empty wineglass. "Can I have a
refill?"
"A refill?"
"Yes please."
"Sheila, I . . ."
She was smiling sweetly at him. "Please?" she said.
Dodd took the glass and headed back toward the kitchen. This
is getting out of hand, he thought. I'm just going to go to bed
with them here.
In the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and kneeled down,
holding Sheila's glass under the tiny silicon spigot. A pale red
liquid dribbled out, Vinny's Uncommon '41, "The best Texan wine
money can buy." Haunting, racing music drifted in from the
television --- the endless soundtrack of the Travels station. It
seemed to spin around him in the air, the holographic sound
bouncing through the kitchen. As he listened he forgot what he was
doing, his head beginning to sway back and forth to the gentle
rhythm. As he finished filling Sheila's glass he got another for
himself and began filling it as well. The Travels music was so
relaxing. He felt light. He took the two glasses of wine back into
the living room and eased himself down on the couch next to
Sheila.