They passed three exits Jonesy knew well from his childhood (KANSAS STREET, AIRPORT, UPMILE HILL/STRAWFORD PARK) then slowed. Not specifically, not with particulars, but he was strong,and he was able to get away without the eggshell-thin walls of his mind caving in. The soldiers had strung some high-wattage bulbs that cast a brilliant glare over the stalls, the milking stations in the parlor, and the upper and lower lofts. He wishes again, with complete and bitter sincerity, that he had shot McCarthy.
The smile widened as he remembered how she'd caught sight of them. Then we left. Apparently there was some sort of Janitor inside his head, a neatnik who had decided Jonesy was going to be here for awhile and so the place ought to be at least tolerably clean. They clearly believed they were dealing with a contagion, but Henry didn't think it was as dangerous as they seemed to.
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