When he lay down beside her the Seconal capsules rolled on the sheet. In the bar across the road somebody punched King of the Road on the jukebox again, and there was an argument outside, and the sound of a bottle breaking. Maria held onto BZ’s hand. “Listen to that,” he said. “Try to think about having enough left to break a bottle over it.” “It would be very pretty,” Maria said. “Go to sleep.”
