that's it. jane says.

balls her hands into fists. opens them again. says the word Eucharist, once.

jane wants cigarettes. a curtained room of her own.

got any money. jane asks.

he wrings fists into white knuckles. this is his answer.

jane screams. nothing happens. opens her mouth. again. wide. silent.

when she moves. he thinks. she's like thin window sheers. dancing. insubstantially beautiful.

buck says nothing.