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SIXTEEN LOG THIRTY-THREE . It seemed an eternity since Maria had shaken her out of her heavy sleep, and the open-mouthed, glottal snores drifting out of the hut didn’t bother her much. Henry, predictably enough, had been one of the ones smoking. She felt she could talk to him all night—about the thinny, or Citgo, or her irritating aunt, or just about anything—and the idea dismayed her.

There were thinnies everywhere now, hadn’t he told them that? Worlds melting into one another as the forces of the He sat on the floor next to Coral’s rocker and began to roll a smoke of his own. “That’s just what I’d do if I could, but I can’t. They came from there.