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was three-quarters full of vans and pickups and family cars, most honking and whooping, demanding the show begin at once. The first feature was Martial Arts Mistress; it detailed the fistic and amorous exploits of a melon-breasted, bisexual Chinese girl named Chen Li, who slept her way up the ladder of the emperor's court so she ultimately could assassinate the evil prime minister, he who had seduced and killed her sister. The film's highlight was a kung fu love battle between Chen Li and the minister, culminating with them both vaulting impossibly high and achieving midair penetration, after which Chen Li disposed of her nemesis by means of a secret grip bestowing unendurable pleasure.

Jocundra might have found it amusing, but Richmond's performance eliminated any possibility of enjoyment. As he and Marie scrunched between the seats, he snorted into her neck and grabbed her breasts, causing giggles and playful slaps, and as the middle of the film approached, he drew her down under a blanket. Rummaging, whispers, a sharply indrawn breath. The van shuddered. Then the unmistakable sounds of passionate involvement, topped off by hoarse exclamations and suppressed squeals. Jocundra sat stiffly, staring at the writhing Oriental shapes, doing for technicolor sex what Busby Berkley had done for the Hollywood musical. Marie made a mewling noise; Richmond popped a beer, glugged, and belched. Feeling imperiled, isolated, Jocundra glanced at Donnell, seeking the comfort of shared misery. He had flipped up his sunglasses and was holding Magnusson's ledger close to his face, illuminating the page with the green flashes from his eyes.

At intermission, the theater lights blazed up, cartoon crows bore fizzing soft drinks to save a family of pink elephants stranded in a desert, and people straggled toward the refreshment stand. Marie declared she had to visit the ladies' room and asked Jocundra to come along; her tone was light but insistent. Some teenagers hassled them outside the bathroom and beat on the door after they entered. The speaker over the mirror squawked, 'Five minutes until showtime,' and blared distorted circus music. Bugs fried on the fluorescent tubes; the paper towels soaking on the floor looked like mummy wrappings, brown and ravelled; and a lengthy testimonial to the joys of lesbianism occupied most of the wall beside the mirror.

Marie removed lipstick, eyeliner and mascara from her purse, and began to repair the damage done her face by Richmond. 'Did they really shoot them boys fulla snake poison?' she asked abruptly. 'That why Jack's, y'know, a little cooler than average?'

Jocundra restrained a laugh. 'Uh huh,' she said, and splashed water on her face.

'I heard about 'em changing people's blood,' said Marie. 'But I never did hear about 'em replacin' it with snake poison. Is yours the same way?'

'It's only temporary.' Jocundra affected nonchalance, patting her face dry.

Two women banged the door open, jabbering, and disappeared into grimy stalls.

Marie tugged at her cut-offs, turned sideways to judge the effect. 'Well, it don't bother me none. I just thought ol' Jack was shittin' me. He's one crazy dude.' She winked at Jocundra and wiggled her hips. 'Anyway, I like 'em crazy! Guess you do, too.'

Jocundra was noncommittal.

Marie adjusted her tube top. 'He asked me to come along with y'all.' Then seeing Jocundra's stricken expression, she hastened to add, 'But don't worry, I'm not. It ain't Jack, y'understand. He's just fine.' She headed for the door, pausing for a final look into the mirror; she had, by dint of painstaking brushwork, transformed her eyes into cadaverous pits. 'I just know there'd be trouble between you and me,' she shot back over her shoulder, tossing her hair and switching her rear end. 'I can tell we ain't got nothin' in common.'

Marie said she had better be gettin' on home, it had been fun but her mother was sick and would worry - a lie, thought Donnell; her mood had changed markedly since visiting the ladies' room, and she was not as tolerant of Richmond's affections. They left during the credits of the second feature and dropped her at a white stucco house a mile from the motel. The front yard was lined with lawn decorations for sale: stone frogs, plastic flamingos, mirrored balls on pedestals, arranged in curved rows facing the road, like the graduation grouping of an extraterrestrial high school. Richmond stole one of the mirrored balls and stared gloomily at his reflection in it as they drove towards the motel. Donnell suggested they try for the car, and Richmond said that he was hungry.

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