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Hell was after death

Not hell on earth, not a heart transplant, not half a life

“This is stupid,” Angel said “I refuse to worry about it anymore What does some low-rent doctor in a backwater hospital in the y? He probably wouldn’t know a heart transplant patient if he backed over one with his car”

“Oh, and you would” Val crushed the eery?”

“I’ to”

Val frowned “Don’t be a jerk, Angel If you need a new heart, get one It’s probably a breeze now

Hell, they separate Siamese twins and turn men into women What’s the problem?”

“I may not be Albert Schweitzer, Val, but I think a new heart would change your life just a little”

“Death ht be a harder adjustel could see the fear in his friend’s eyes It was frightening, that look, for Val was fearless, the only person Angel kneho played as close to the edge and lived as recklessly as Angel did A dilettante bad boy who handled the careers of some of Hollywood’s most famous people

Angel wanted to look away, but he couldn’t “Did you see that movie The Hand, with Michael Caine? The one where he was a pianist, I think, and he lost his hand They sewed a ‘donor’ hand on the end of his stump Catch was, it was a serial killer’s hand Caine went around killing everyone he saw”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Angel”

“Well? It could be true, it could happen What if I get soest dream is to dress like Doris Day?”

Val let out a bark of laughter “I don’t know You’ve got a hell of a pair of legs I could probably book you in sohtclub You could be Liza Minnelli” As soon as the words were out, Val stopped sel with a hard look “The point is, your heart’s a goner That’s a fact”

“Easy for you to say”

“Easy?’ Val echoed the word, a s at his full lips “You’re my best friend None of this is easy”