"Eileen hellip;"
"This fucking city," she said, and shook her head.
He reached for her hand. She pulled it away.
"No," she said.
"What about me?" he said.
"What about me?" she said.
The phone rang at a little past two in the morning.
She picked up the receiver.
"Peaches?" the voice said. "This is Phil Hendricks at Camera Works, we talked earlier tonight."
Him again!
"What I want you to do," he said, "I want you to take off your blouse and go look at yourself in the mirror. Then I want you to hellip;"
"Listen, you creep," she said, "if you call me one more time hellip;"
"This is Andy Parker," he said. "I'm in a phone booth on the corner. Is it too late to come up?"
"You dope," she said.
It was the last trick of the night.
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