When he looked up again, his eyes were swimming. This man wasn't into reading faces, and he clearly had no interest in where Jonesy had come from or what he might have been doing. He had turned around in the seat and was wiping Duddits's face with a damp cloth. November eleventh was the day their own hunting party had arrived, bundled into Henry's Scout, as always.
' 'Is it yours?' Jonesy didn't know if he meant the whole place (perhaps the guy hadn't been listening before) or just the dreamcatcher, but in either case the answer was the same. Twenty minutes later they were on the turnpike again, once more headed south. 'Why do I keep singing that?' he asked. Judas got thirty pieces of silver.
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