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After laying it down, Renzo storms in; his face painted like a gumball machine. He glances softly at KillaDJ, as if there were an unspoken secret between them. KillaDJ pretends to be looking for something. Renzo logs in.
ENTER INFINITE.
“You may think you can run over me like you do Shaw and everybody else,” I says. “But you’ll find out different. I’ll give you ten seconds to put that window away.”
Renzo quit looking at me. He looked to the computer, then to Banora. “What time is it, Banora?” Renzo says. “When it’s ten seconds, you whistle. Just another post. I’ll-”
I grabbed Renzo by the arm. He dropped the mouse. It broke on the floor and Renzo jerked back, looking at me, but I held his arm. Banora got up from her chair.
“You,” Banora says.
“You turn me loose,” Renzo says. “I’ll slap you.”
“You will, will you?” I says. “You will will you?” Renzo slapped at me. I caught that hand too and held him like a wildcat.
“You!” Banora says. I dragged Renzo into the dining room. His kimono came unfastened, flapping about him, damn near naked. Banora came hobbling along. I turned and kicked the door shut in her face.
“You keep out of here,” I says.
"I'm so powerless!" Banora cried. "If only a man would moderate these parts!"
ENTER STU.
He opens the door deliberately, as if to send the creaking past the hallway and out past the dust swirling outside. He rearranges his gown, which is sweat-matted to his fallen breasts, and winks across the emptiness before him.
"Crickey."
CURTAIN.
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When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
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