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"You know I always took care of you," Bobby Shelbourne called to her. "I may not be
exciting, but I'm always there."



Oh, he was good. Anyone else would have blasphemed and threatened.



Melanie looked big-eyed and stricken. This was the moment she had chewed her
knuckles over all the way from Kleege's Beach. Bill Sunquist, too. By the look on his face,
he might have swallowed an ice tray. He was a street kid, after all. Smooth talk was not
where he excelled.



Melanie wavered. She started to raise her hands the way she did when she was miserable
and all out of words.



But here was Roger Swann, leaning forward with his hand to his forehead. Blood was
seeping through his fingers and plopping in the wet muck. He wobbled on his knees and
Melanie took him. Bobby's appeals to her conscience would have to wait.



Bobby smiled, sure. "You're doing the right thing," he told her. "Take care of Roger.
We'll talk later. When you have a minute."



Mr. Sunquist had not seen this side of Melanie since they were married. She could be
magnificent, couldn't she? He marveled: Bobby Shelbourne is two months from buying
up this whole block of apartments for his daddy's marina project, look at how he
stammers before her.



His wife felt the weight of his consideration. For one moment she was the girl she had
been. Self-possessed and certain. Perhaps she knew what he was thinking. She would
have said something to him, but Melanie Everett came this way. Roger Swann bumped
along in her wake. Mr. and Mrs. Sunquist stood up to make room for him on the couch.
She was saying something under her breath, half to Roger, half to herself: "Limo." It was
Bill Sunquist's street name. "Limo, Limo, Limo," she said? eventually winding up with,
"Damn him." Melanie tipped Roger's head back. She squinted against the bad party light.