What he saw behind it made him smile and look up at Eddie. ”And it did. “These’re hard calibers,” Alain said, holding one up with the cylinder sprung and peering one-eyed down the barrel. We’d cruise for hours sometimes with our heads stuck out the windows like dogs do when they’re riding, looking up at the moon and watching for shooting stars.
Roland’s face worked, and for a moment Eddie was sure he was going to lose it. For a moment the bag’s mouth was black, and then it filled with the irregular pulse of a lovely pink light. Thank God for Sheemie, he thought distantly. It closed around them, and it was as if they had never been there .
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