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"Why do you do this stuff Kitty? You’re playing right into Kleinert’s hands"

"Terrific I didn’t know you came up here to lecturefor the little red address book he asked you about last Tuesday I don’t suppose you have any idea where ita rolled-up dollar bill like a straw, her nostril for a little vacuuic trick

"Can you think who he iven it to?"

"Nuh-un" She sat back on the bed, pinching her nose shut She wet her index finger and cleaned the surface of the u pains She reached for her wineglass and settled back against the bed pillows, lighting a cigarette

"God, that’s great," I said "You’re tagging all the bases today Do a little coke, knock back so to have to run you through Detox before you hit Three South again" I kneas baiting her, but she got on ht, which I suspected would feel better thangrief

"Fuck you," she said, bored

"’Mind if I sit down?" I asked

She gestured per around with interest

"What happened to your stash?" I asked

"What stash?"

"The one you kept in there," I said, indicating the bed table drawer

She stared "I never kept a stash in there"

I loved the little note of righteous indignation "That’s funny," I said "I saw Dr Kleinert pull a whole Ziploc bag full of pills out of there"

"When?" she said in disbelief

"Monday night when they carted you away Quaaludes, Placidyls, Tuinals, the works" Actually, I didn’t really believe the pills were hers, but I was curious to hear what she had to say

She stared at me for a moment more, then eased out a mouthful of smoke, which she neatly channeled up her nose "I don’t do any of those," she said

"What’d you take Monday night?"

"Valiuave you a prescription for Valiu the room "I don’t need your bullshit, Kinsey My stepbrother was buried today in case your s on my mind"