Veryslowly and deliberately, I raised my right hand and gave them thefinger. The waterlogged feeling was gone as if ithad never been there. We'd sit there laughing and yelling and blowingstraw-wrappers around, some of the guys half-loaded but nobody mean. Next day they coaled ship and the day after they had Joe painting the officers' cabins while the Argyle
When I didn't take it, he stepped forward and tried to poke it into oneof my palms, which would presumably cause me to close my fingers in akind of reflex. I saw Rommieand George's present lying on the front seat: the Stenomask I'd at firstmistaken for Devore's oxygen mask. On one level, those things registered. Did you? Everything inside me had gone very still.
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