I climbed out again with the cigarettes. Possibly--

"Toss 'em!"

I threw one--he reached--and it sailed out of sight, the sun catching

it at the top of its arc. I tossed another. He got that one.

"Better go back inside," he said.

He lighted up and commenced to smoke.

Opus 21 Descriptive Music for the Lower Kinsey Epoch of the Atomic Age, a Concerto for a One-man Band, Six Arias for Soap Operas, Fugues, Anthems & Barrelhouse · 第 289 / 346 题