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well, a touch as soft as soot on his face.
тАЬI get it,тАЭ Andrew said. тАЬNone of you guys are going to give me a
straight answer, is that it?тАЭ
тАЬOf course we will,тАЭ Thorne said. тАЬCallan, what have you been
saying to this poor man? Tell him anything he wants to know.тАЭ
тАЬHow many are you?тАЭ Andrew asked.
тАЬIt varies,тАЭ Callan said. There was a cigarette in his hand too
now, though Andrew hadnтАЩt seem him take it out. тАЬSome stay home
and study.тАЭ
тАЬStudy? Study what?тАЭ
тАЬThe art тАФ тАЭ puff тАЬтАФillusion.тАЭ
A young man with curly reddish-gold hair came into the room.
He wore a capacious raincoat, though there had been no hint of rain
that evening.
тАЬCorrig!тАЭ several people called. He turned and grinned, showing
the same gapped teeth as the rest. From his raincoat pockets he
drew a bottle of champagne and several cut-glass goblets, and set
them on the piano.
A woman brushed against Andrew. тАЬOf course youтАЩll have some,тАЭ
she said in a low voice. тАЬYouтАЩre our guest tonight.тАЭ
Callan handed him a glass. The red-haired man popped the cork;
it shot through the air and seemed to leave a purple trail behind it.
He filled AndrewтАЩs glass.
Andrew took a sip, and then, surprised, sipped again. It was very
good тАФ he hadnтАЩt tasted anything as delicious in a long time.
тАЬAll right,тАЭ he said. His notebook and pencil had somehow gotten
back into his pocket. He set the champagne glass down and took
them out again. тАЬWhen did you people start touring together?тАЭ
тАЬCenturies ago, really,тАЭ Thorne said. тАЬWell, not us, of course, but
our family.тАЭ
тАЬAh,тАЭ Andrew said. This was something he could use. He took
another sip of champagne, then finished the glass and held it out
for more. Corrig filled it to the brim. тАЬSoyour family has a tradition
of performing.тАЭ
The woman he had met in the greenroom came in the door. She
still wore the green and silver kimono but the turban was gone and
she had large black glasses, menтАЩs glasses, over her eyes. тАЬThorne!тАЭ
Callan said. тАЬCome help us. This young man is asking us all sorts of
questions.тАЭ
тАЬThorne?тАЭ Andrew said. тАЬI thought you тАФ тАЭ He turned to the
woman with the cigarette. тАЬI thought you were Thorne. CallanтАЩs
sister, you said.тАЭ
тАЬIтАЩm CallanтАЩs other sister,тАЭ the woman said. тАЬFentrice.тАЭ
A man carrying a trumpet followed Thorne into the room, then a
woman with bells on her wrists and ankles. The small space was
filling with people: a woman with a snake around her neck, a man
leading a tiger. Andrew couldnтАЩt remember seeing that many on
stage. Dozens of gold statues were propped up against each other in
the corner; Andrew looked for the woman who had kissed him but
couldnтАЩt find her anywhere. Someone was playing the piano,