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understand,' he said. 'But I know that's not the way.' He had just taken a shower, and with his hair sleeked back, his sunglasses, he looked alert and foxy, every jut of his features pointed toward some dangerous enterprise: a small-time hood plotting a big score. 'Maybe New Orleans,' he said. 'Not as much problem getting money there. Libraries, Tulane.'

She marvelled at the changes in him. There was such an air of purpose and calculation about his actions, it was as if he had thrown off a cloak of insecure behaviors and revealed himself to have been purposeful and calculating all along. He was, she knew, still uncertain about a great many things, but he seemed confident they would work themselves out and she no longer felt it necessary to soothe his doubts and fears. In fact, when Richmond did not return at noon, he undertook to soothe hers by leading her on a tour of the cabin, describing to her the things she could not see: the weird spindly structures fraying at the edges of spiderwebs, insect eggs joined together and buried in a crack like crystals in a rock, a fantastic landscape of refracted light which he saw within a single facet, of a dead fly's compound eye. Then he led her outdoors and described what Magnusson believed to be the geomagnetic field.

'I can see it better at night,' he said. 'Then it's not as translucent, more milky white, like the coil of a huge snake lying across the sky, fading, then reappearing in a new configuration.' He scuffed his foot against the cabin steps. 'I can always tell how it'll look before I look. Magnusson says that's because the bacteria are interpreting its movements, conveying the knowledge as intuition.' He took off his sunglasses and looked at her with narrowed eyes. 'Human fields are different. Cages of white fire flickering in and out. Each bar a fiery arc. When I first saw one, I thought of it as a jail to keep the soul in check.'

Two o'clock, three, four, and Richmond did not return. He had been preparing for violence, and Jocundra was certain he had met with it. Even Donnell's confidence was sapped. He brooded over the ledger while Jocundra kept watch. A few cars passed, several stopping at Sealy's Restaurant: a building of white concrete block just up the road. Once Sealey himself crossed from the office to the restaurant, pausing to spit on a clump of diseased agave that grew on an island at the center of the parking lot. Palmetto bugs frolicked over the floor, the cabin stank of mildew, and Jocundra's thoughts eddied in dark, defeated circles. When Richmond finally did return, drunk, at dusk, he announced that he had not only found a car - it would be safe to pick up in the early morning - but he had also arranged a date for the movies with Sealey's day-shift waitress.

'Good ol' country girls,' he said, rubbing his groin, grinning a tomcat grin; then he looked pointedly at Jocundra and said, 'Ain't like them downtown bitches think their ass is solid silver.'

Both Jocundra and Donnell argued vehemently against it, but Richmond was unshakable. 'I ain't got my cooze with me like you, man,' he said to Donnell. 'Now you can come with me if you want, but you sure as shit ain't gonna stop me!' He put on his Hellhounds T-shirt and a windbreaker, slicked back his hair and tied it into a pony-tail.

The neon sign above the restaurant - a blue script Sealey's - hummed and sputtered, attracting clouds of moths which fluttered in and out of its nimbus like spotches in a reel of silent film. Jocundra pulled up to the side entrance, and a rawboned blond girl wearing a tube top and cut-offs skipped out and hopped in the back of the van with Richmond. 'Couldn't get but a six-pack,' she said breathily; she leaned up between the seats. 'Hi! I'm Marie.' Her face was long-jawed and dopey, heavy on the lipstick and mascara. Introductions all around, Jocundra eased out onto the highway, and then Marie poked Donnell's arm and said, 'Sure was a weird wreck you guys had, y'know. The light hurt your eyes, too?'

Donnell tensed and said, 'Uh, yeah,' but Marie talked right through his answer. 'Jack here says he don't never take his glasses off, even when he gets, y'know...' She giggled. 'Friendly.'

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