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the mantel； sat in the club chair across from Britt。 〃Happiest days of my life； the war。〃
〃And now you find yourself playing with skulls again；〃 Britt said。 〃How funny。〃
〃Not playing； Ms。 Montero。 Neurosuspension is not a game。〃 Big Joey explained the process： A cryonicist opens the subject's chest； injects cryopreservatives and cooling solutions through the blood vessels to preserve the brain。 He then severs the head at the sixth cervical vertebra； submerges the skull in a silicone oil bath with dry ice for twenty…four hours。 〃Then we pop the noodle in a neurocan and cool it in liquid nitrogen for ten days。''
Britt stretched her shackled legs on the couch。 〃Why just the head？ Why not the whole body？ Why not a corpsicle？〃
〃Cephalic isolation is economical； portable。 The body isn't very useful really。〃
〃Speak for yourself。〃
〃Eventually； we bring back the cryonaut； and he's himself； only we make him better because we provide an engineered body； a cyborg； a person who can breathe underwater or run like the wind。〃
〃Fidel the flying squirrel； maybe？〃
Big Joey smiled。
〃You can't make a flank steak back into a cow； Big Joey。 The thermally challenged will remain so。〃
The doorbell chimed。 Big Joey G。 stood； excused himself。 〃That would be our delivery： Lilia Sands and her faux Fidel。〃
Britt said； 〃This is getting confusing。〃
On the patio； Hector explained to Fay how it was； but how could a woman ever understand？ 〃Yes； I killed your grandmother。 Yes； I killed Phil。 What were we supposed to do when he let you escape like he did？ You think I had a choice？ Besides； he was a nudge and you know it。〃
Pay wiped her tears on her shoulder。 〃Scum！〃 She knew she'd destroy Hector if she could chew her way through these cuffs and the ropes。
〃I understand you're upset； but don't you see that the crime itself is a relief； you know； a release。 It's a regeneration。〃 Hector stood and stretched。 He kissed his scorpion tattoo； flicked his tongue at Fay。 He thought； Yes； this woman will understand。 〃Before I killed； I was far more horrible than I am now； because I was pregnant with evil； with the idea of murder。 And now the evil is done； gone； vanished。 The idea of violence； the threat of violence； is always more frightening than the act of violence。 Don't you think？〃 Fay heard a chime； a tune that sounded like 〃Lara's Theme〃 from Dr。 Zhivago。
〃Our guests have arrived；〃 Hector said。 〃And now we're all going for a long boat ride。〃
At the Odyssey Motel： Fidel Castro sat on his balcony smoking his Don Miguel de la Flor cigar； watching the topless bathers on the beach。 Oxen in the sun； he thought。 Fidel winced； lifted his weight off the chair as a shock of pain shot through his groin。 What more； he wondered； can this hulk suffer？ He'd done the surgery； the radiation； had the orchiectomy。 Too late。 The cancer had spread to the lymph nodes and the bone and to distant organs。 Nothing left now but hormones and morphine。 There he sat； anonymous in his morbidity； hairless and shrunken； listening to a Xavier Cugat CD in the heart of the city that wanted his head at any price。 Drawn here； made reckless； by love。
Fidel took the photo of Lilia Sands out of his shirt pocket。 Oh； there had been others…Miss This； Miss That； Miss The Other。 They were all lovely； but like flowers without scent pared to Lilia。 She was his first socialist。 I kiss the feet of you； senorita； he told her that night in his tent in the Sierra Maestra。 He closed his eyes； tried to summon Lilia； his Penelope。 Yes； he thought； yes； because she never did a thing like that before as bite my ear…her breakfast in bed…never a thing as cut a lock of my hair。 Lilia； her boiled eyes and smutty photos； her samba； her wicked tongue。 I gave her all the pleasure I could until she said yes and yes。 I let her see my everything。 O Lilia！ O Cuba！ My twin lovers！ Yes； I know the back alleys of my heart； the dark corners of my soul； and though I tried to do you no harm； in the trying I failed。 Love without mitment； socialism without democracy are doomed。 Yes； I was seduced by revolution； driven to trample the worm who sold our country to the Mafia and the corporations； to trample him and drag his carcass ten times around the gates of Havana。 A new order； I thought。 A New Jerusalem。 But politics is just who shoves whom； who doles out the pineapples and soup to whom； who pockets whose profits。 Politics is a marketing strategy； a tool of business。 It can never make anyone happy。 For that we need virtue and knowledge； not laws。
And so I get to live my simple life at last； here in the land of the lotus…eaters； where our people； some of them； have lost the hope of home。 Others are worms who would devour our flesh。 The aristocrats who fled； the professional class。 I wouldn't give a snap of my fingers for all their learning； their fortunes； their self…righteousness。 Let them try to create something； like an independent nation； like a poem。 Yes； when at last this Cuban…head…as…Trojan…horse business sorts itself out； the exiles will be ing home。 To those who return； wele； but remember； no one will own us…the Cuban Cubans； we who have lived on our wandering rock for the last thirty…seven years。 You see； we know how you think： eleven million Cubans…Demon Nation； one billion Chinese…Most Favored Nation。 We understand the great fear in your adopted country； the USA： fear of the poor！ Power is based on weakness of the masses。 Those who e home must serve the people； not judge them； mand them； prod them。 Cubans； yes。 Juan Carlos Reyes； no； no gusanos； no problem。
Fidel thought again of Lilia； her legs and her lips。 He remembered the moon setting over the Gulf of Man…zanillo； his rade Che； and his heart was going like mad。 Yes； Lilia； he said； senorita； yes； I will； yes and yes。
12。 THE ODYSSEY…Elmore Leonard
Joe Serano caught the Odyssey night clerk as he was going off： prissy guy； had his lunch box under his arm。
〃I saw it this morning on TV；〃 Joe said。 〃So there was a lot of excitement； huh？ I thought the cops'd still be here； at least the crime scene guys。 I guess they've all cleared out。 You hear the shots？ You must've。〃
〃I was in the office；〃 the night guy said。
Joe wondered how this twink knew he was in the office at the exact time the shots were fired。 What'd he think； it was soundproof in there？ But the cops no doubt had asked him that； so Joe let it pass and said； 〃It was the two guys in one…oh…five； wasn't it？〃
〃I think so。〃
〃You're not sure？〃
The night guy rolled his eyes and then pretended to yawn。 He did things like that； had different poses。
〃Fairly respectable…looking guys；〃 Joe said； 〃but no luggage。 What're they doing； shacking up？ Maybe； maybe not。 But I remember thinking at the time； they're up to something。 The TV news didn't mention their names； so there must not've been any ID on the bodies and the cops didn't think the names they used to register were really theirs。 Am I right？〃
The night guy said； 〃I wouldn't know；〃 acting bored。
〃Soon as I saw those guys yesterday…they checked in as I was getting ready to go off…I said to Mel； 'Let me see the registration cards； see what names they gave。' He wouldn't show me。 He goes； 'Registering guests is not a security matter； if you don't mind。' 〃 Mel； the day guy； sounding a lot like Kenneth； the night guy。
〃I didn't have time to hang around； keep an eye on them；〃 Joe went on。 〃I had to go to another job； a function at the Biltmore。 They put on extra security for this bunch of Cuban hotshots meeting there。 I mean Cuban Cubans； said to be Castro sympathizers； and there was a rumor Fidel himself was gonna show up。 You believe it？ I wore a suit instead of this Mickey Mouse uniform； brown and friggin' orange； I get home I can't wait to take it off。 Those functions； you stand like this holding your hands in front of you； like you're protecting yourself from getting a hernia； and you keep your eyes moving。 So〃…he gestured toward the entrance…〃I saw the truck out there； the tan van； no writing on the sides？ That's the cleanup pany； right？〃
〃I wouldn't know；〃 the night guy said。
Little curly…haired twink； walked with his knees together。
〃Well； listen； I'll let you go；〃 Joe said； 〃and thanks for sharing that information with me； it was interesting。 I'll go check on the cleanup people； see how they're doing。 What room was that again； one…oh…five？〃
It sure was。
There was furniture in the hall by the open door and a nasty smell in the air。 As Joe approached； a big black guy in a white plastic jumpsuit； latex gloves； what looked like a shower cap； goggles up on his head； blue plastic covering his shoes； came out carrying a floor lamp。
Joe said； 〃Joe Sereno； security officer。〃
〃I'm Franklin； with Baneful Clean…Up。〃
〃Baneful？〃
〃The boss named it。 He tried Pernicious Clean…Up in the Yellow Pages？ Didn't get any calls。〃
Joe said； 〃Hmmmm； how about Death Squad？〃
〃That's catchy；〃 Franklin said； 〃but people might get the wrong idea。 You know； that we doing the job 'stead of cleaning up after。 This is my partner； Marlis；〃 Franklin said； and Joe turned to see a cute young black woman approaching in her plastic coveralls； hip…hop ing out of the jam box she was carrying。
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