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Glass Ends
Will any readers make it? Will you?
Back at work in his studio, Grant slides into another stab at the impossible; after all, what else is there to be doing while we’re sucking air? Another bit sparkles and makes promises; Grant isn’t the sucker he used to be, though, and now there are negotiations. Squinting and peering up, the glass ponders its options. This used to be so much easier. Look how steady his hand has gotten, god damn it. There’s a subtle twist to be made and the bastard still gazes down with a little smile.
Up and down the boulevard and into the alleys and mews, great projects and small ideas have been abandoned and propped against walls of compromise only to be picked up and reconsidered. Maddie Jo’s calf pelts are making resident rats happy out by the dumpster. Bick, ah poor fucking Bickford, swirling slowly down another drain and drawing his knotted notions tight in around himself. It’s late in the day for most of Lenny’s former clients but it’s going to be a very long day and there is much to be done.
“How soon can you have this to us?”
“Two weeks.” Grant accepts a glass of wine from the deferential intern.
“That long? I’d like to send someone around to take a look.” Murph has a lot to gain here.
