The Rhombus Array

The door that I just came out of opened and colonel Urchagin’s wheelchair rolled out into the yard, he braked and traced the yard several times over with his ear. It was early afternoon, but the rain had fallen all day. Only moments before, Minnie and I had been lying on that filthy motel bed. I had been tracing her enormous lusty ear with my tongue.

The door slammed open. It was Micky. A belt of polished bullets held up his dusty red trousers, carrying the dirt of nine days in the stormdrain.

“I begin tomorrow at ten. On your allegiance, out of the chamber with her. If there are alternative addresses, they will be marked ‘or to’ instead.”

I began edging to my left, dragging the whole structure with me. I believe in promises.

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