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@@@@@I turned my head to look at the stump of my arm, then up at the moon again "No more peeking," I said"The new deal starts tonightNo more peeking and no more experimentsBut as I've said (and Wireman was there before me), we fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living 5 - Wireman i 212 The first time Wireman and I actually met he laughed so hard he broke the chair he was sitting in, and I laughed so hard I almost fainted - did in fact go into that half-swooning state that's called "a gray-out That was the last thing I would have expected a day after finding out that Tom Riley was having an affair with my ex-wife (not that my evidence would have stood up in any court of law), but it was an augury of things to comeIt wasn't the only time we laughed together Wireman was many things to me - not least of all my fate - but most of all, he was my friend ii "So," he said, when I finally reached his table with the striped umbrella shading it and the empty chair across from his own"The limping stranger arriveth, bearing a bread-bag filled with shells Sit down, limping strangerThat glass has been waiting for some days now I put my plastic bag - it was indeed a bread-bag - on the table and reached across to him 213 His hand was short, the fingers blunt, the grip strongI go by Wireman, mostly I looked at the beach chair meant for meIt was the kind with a high back and a low fanny-sling, like the bucket seat in a Porsche "Something wrong with that, muchacho?" Wireman asked, raising an eyebrowHe had a lot of eyebrow to raise, tufted and half-gray "Not as long as you don't laugh when I have to get out of it," I said"Honey, live like you got to live Chuck Berry, nineteen sixty-nine I positioned myself beside the empty chair, said a little prayer, and droppedI leaned left as always, to spare my bad hip