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Theta shrugged again "I’ve been to a lot of clubs"

"That a fact?"

"Yep" She dragged on her cigarette "Poet, huh? Why don’t you read ?"

"Whatever you say, Creole Princess" Meain flipped casually through his journal He had a nice voice, one well suited to poetry " ‘I sing the body electric/The arirth theo with thee thee of the soul…’ That’s Mr Walt Whitman One of our finest poets"

Theta had turned another page Now she stared at the radiant eye-and-lightning bolt sye Her heart beat faster "Did you draw this?" She tried to keep her voice even

"That? Oh, just so I saw in a dream"

"In… a dream?" Theta repeated She felt hot and dizzy "What is it? What do you know about it?"

"Nothing Like I said, just so seeirl for some reason Memphis wanted to ask her why, but he also didn’t want to scare her off "Here, let me show you around the club" He reached for his notebook, but Theta held on to it She looked right at hiry; she seemed astonished, maybe even a little scared

"I’ve seen that same symbol in my own dreams," she said

Memphis didn’t knohere to start "Do you knohat it is or where it comes from? Have you seen it somewhere before?"

Theta shook her head "Only in my dreams"

"When did it start?"

"I don’t know About six o? You?"

" ’Round about then"

"How often do you dream it?" she asked

"Twice a week, maybe more Used to be only here and there, but lately, it’s happeningit more often, too"