Page 434 - Some Dance to Remember

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Solly reached for his pocket calculator. “Say eight hundred times?”
“More than I’ve ever had sex with anyone else.”
“Eight hundred fucks at three hundred bucks.” His index finger
danced over the keyboard. “That’s two hundred and forty thousand dol-
lars,” Solly said. “Almost a quarter of a million. You never popped for that
much, so I’d say you got more than your money’s worth.”
“He was my lover.”
“He’s turned himself into a franchise.”
“Love is a stunt,” Ryan said.
“And Kick’s a stuntman. You know what they say a stuntman is in
Hollywood? Two hundred pounds of hamburger in a blond wig.” Solly
turned off the lamp.
The surround of City lights filled the dark room of the penthouse.
They sat for a long moment in silence. Solly cleared his throat. He began
to speak hypnotically.
“You told Kick he had the Gift, but not the knowledge of the Gift.
You had what Kick wanted. You had the knowledge of the Gift. You had
the words. You were his priest. He was your vocation.”
“Then I’m a twice-failed priest.”
“You had the words.” Solly paused. “Let me put this so you’ll under-
stand.” His voice was soft, insistent. “You had the words of transubstantia-
tion. Hoc est enim corpus meum. You did something he could not do. You
turned his flesh to godhead.”
“He’s no god.”
“He’s your lover,” Solly said.
“It’s over.”
“He’s your lover. You’re his lover.”
“Then we have some unfinished business.”
“It’s not over till you end it.” Solly was intense.
“This hurt will never end.”
“Then end it.”
“How?”
“Move on. Forget him.”
“I can’t survive.”
“Surviving is your best revenge.”
“That’s his revenge on me. He walked away from the scene of the
accident. He survived without a scratch.”
“Then kill him.”
Ryan looked startled. “What?”
“Kill him.” Solly was deadly serious. “I’m only saying what I know

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