She studied him a few moments then said slowly—but the gnome gave the piano a shove against the wall and Geryon almost missed it—Who can a monster blame for being red? What? said Geryon starting forward. I said looks like time for you to get home to bed, she repeated, and stood, pocketing her cigarettes. Do come again, she said as Geryon’s big overcoat swept out the door but he did not turn his head.
