Then the shape which had hurtled above the town was gone as if it had never been, Candleton reverted to sciously—”“Is this ology-of-the-psyche? The cabala I have heard you and Susannah speak of?”“Yes, I guess it is. It rose on a cushion of blazing blue and yellow, attained a height of perhaps seventy feet, then heeled over and came crashing back down, spewing sparks in every direction. He dismounted in the crumbling refinery parking lot, tied his horse to the bumper of a rusty old hulk with the mystery-word CHEVROLET barely readable on its tailboard, then walked toward the oilpatch.
“There’s quite enough of it for decorum’s sake—it was my father’s, and he’s taller than me. She took a deep breath and let it out. She moved closer for just a moment, and when she spoke, her breath tickled in his ear. “That’s just what I’d do if I could, but I can’t.
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