He made a noise like a sob and he clenched the strong sensitive clever hands. Then it was over. He straightened up in the seat. He felt oddly calm. The shoulder was wide enough for a U-turn. He went back, parked under the neon and got out. The warm night was cool against his face. He walked through the door, down the length of the room, through the pound and drench of the music. He kicked the plug out of the wall socket and turned, in the silence of the bright room, turned grinning toward the man who moved toward him, feeling both a desperate fear and a high bold pride.
