He was gonna leave me. I was the first one even got nearhim, everyone was so damned scared of him, of what they thought he was. So I jaunted into her landscape. Off to the left the hiss of an eighty-thread beam split the night air, and he shoved the firmer backquickly.
He slumped before her, weighted down by his own inability to live. He wiped sweat from his nose and forehead, but his face stillshone in the dim light of the lantern at the pit’ s edge. esn’t even remember, or if she does she doesn’tthink of it in relation to the big producer who’s giving her a comeback break. “ Neither Your Jenny Nor Mine” originally appeared in Knight magazine; copyright © 1964 by SirkayPublishing Company.
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