“We miss you,” Shiori said, and reached for Mona’s hand. “We never see you anymore.” “What do you think of when you look at the stars, Mona?” Nigel asked. “Scattered pocket change,” Mona said. “Dimes and nickels. Slot machines. Gambling.” “You are bigger than the stars? Or do they make you feel smaller?” Shiori asked. “I don’t have health insurance,” Mona said. “My ass isn’t covered. Do you know that vultures eat their meals butt-first? They start eating the ass while waiting for the animal to die.” It was a game she liked to play with them sometimes. Not very imaginatively, she called the
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