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I nod.
“Sure. I’ll tell him.”
WHEN I GET back to the hotel, I find Candy in the room and Kasabian holding forth on Terrence Malick’s Badlands.
“See, what Malick did wasn’t tell us the story of a couple of kids on a cross-country murder spree, but to tell us a dream about it. Like the whole thing is a shared fantasy in the kids’ heads and ours, which, from what I’ve heard, is pretty close to what it was like for Charlie Starkweather to kill all those people.”
She smiles up at me from the foot of the bed as I come in.
“Hey there. I’m getting Film 101 from your boss.”
“My boss?”
“That’s what he said.”
I look at Kasabian.
He says, “What do you know about accounting, insurance, inventory control, and, you know, running a video store besides watching movies all day?”
“Not much.”
“Then I’m the boss.”
I sit down next to Candy.
“You can’t argue with that logic,” she says.
“I could, but it would end in tears and divorce lawyers, and I can’t stand paperwork.”
Candy leans gently into me so our shoulders are touching.
I pull a wad of cash from my pocket and hand it to her.
“Why don’t you get us another room where we can talk? If the night manager gets weird, use my name and give him too much money. He’ll set you up.”
She bounces off the bed onto her feet and goes to the door. On her way out she blows Kasabian a kiss.
“I’ll be back for your master class on Monte Hellman.”
He beams at her as she leaves.
“Now that’s the kind of girl you shoplift beer for.”
He whizzes around on his skateboard to face me.
“Good thing you got here when you did. I was going to rock her world with some surfboard moves. She would have been mine.”
“You’re the boss and I don’t surf. You could probably have her in Mexico by now with a preacher and a cut-up fishnet stocking for a wedding veil and a donkey for the witness.”
“Badlands was probably too cerebral for a first date. I should have gone with something sexy and scary like Suspiria. Next time.”
“Sure. Next time.”
I start to say something about delusions of grandeur, but keep my mouth shut. I haven’t seen Kasabian this happy in probably ever.
I’m out of cigarettes. I reach into the nightstand and get a fresh pack of Maledictions. There aren’t too many packs left. Kasabian’s happy. He doesn’t need to know that. I light two and stick one between Kasabian’s lips.
“I need you to look up something for me in the Codex.”
