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nties fluttered to the floor。 The girl began to sob。
Kinsey usually had a couple of local kids working at the Yew； mostly doing odd jobs like stocking the bar or collecting money at the door when a band played。 Rima had worked her way up to tending bar。 She was fast； funny； cute； and （Kinsey had thought） utterly trustworthy； so much so that he had let her have a key。 When he had another bartender； he didn't have to stay until closing time every night； on slow nights someone else could lock up。 It was almost like having a mini…vacation。 But keys had a way of getting lost； or changing hands； and Kinsey didn't entrust them to many of his workers。 He had believed he was a pretty good judge of character。 The Sacred Yew had never been ripped off。
Until now。
Kinsey reached for the phone。 Rima threw herself across him； grabbing for it with her free hand。 They struggled briefly for the receiver； then Kinsey wrested it free and easily held it out of her reach。 The phone cord caught her purse and swept it onto the floor。 The contents spilled； skittered； shattered。 Kinsey tucked the receiver into the hollow of his shoulder and began to dial。
〃Kinsey； no； please！〃 Rima grabbed futilely for the phone again； then sagged back against the bar。 〃Don't call the cops 。。。〃
His finger paused over the last number。 〃Why shouldn't I？〃
She saw her opening and went for it。 〃Because I didn't take any money。 Yes； I was going to； but I didn't have time 。 。 。 and I'm in trouble； and I'm leaving town。 Just let me go and you'll never see me again。〃 Her face was wet with tears。 In the half…light of the bar Kinsey could not see her eyes。 Her wrist was so thin that his hand could have encircled it two or three times； the bones felt as fragile as dry twigs。 He eased his grip a little。
〃What kind of trouble？〃
〃I went to the Planned Parenthood clinic over in Corinth 。 。 。〃
Kinsey just looked at her。
〃You want me to spell it out？〃 Her sharp little face went mean。 〃I'm pregnant； Kinsey。 I need an abortion。 I need five hundred dollars！〃
Kinsey blinked。 Whatever he had expected； that wasn't it。 Rima had arrived in Missing Mile just a few months ago。 Among local guys who had asked her out and been turned down； the word was that she carried a torch for the guitarist of a speed metal band back in her native California。 So far as Kinsey knew； she hadn't been back to California recently。 〃Who 。 。 。 ？〃 he managed。
〃You don't know him； okay？〃 She swiped a hand across her eyes。 〃An asshole who wouldn't wear a rubber because that's like taking a shower with a raincoat on。 There's plenty of 'em around。 They shoot their wad and that's the last thing they have to worry about！〃 Now her mean face had collapsed； she was crying so hard she could barely choke out the words。 〃Kinsey； I slept with the wrong guy and he's not going to help me out； he won't even talk to me。 And I don't want any goddamn baby； let alone his。〃
〃At least tell me who。 I could talk to him。 There are things 。 。 。〃
She shook her head violently。 〃NO！ I just want to go to Raleigh and get rid of it。 I won't e back to Missing Mile。 I'll go to my sister's place in West Virginia； or maybe back to L。A。 。 。 。 Please； Kinsey。 Just let me go。 You won't see me around here again。〃
He studied her。 Rima was twenty…one； he knew； but her body seemed years younger： barely five feet tall； breastless and hipless； all flat planes and sharp angles。 Her straight； shiny brown hair was held back with plastic barrettes like a little girl's。 He tried to imagine that childish body swollen with pregnancy； could not。 The very idea was painful。
〃I can't give you any money；〃 he said。
〃No； I wouldn't…〃
〃But you can take your last pay envelope。 It's there on the bulletin board。〃 Kinsey let go of her wrist and turned away。
〃Oh； God； Kinsey； thank you。 Thank you。〃 She knelt and began scraping together the contents of her purse。 When she had searched out everything in the dimness of the bar； she went to the bulletin board and took down her envelope。 Kinsey was hardly surprised to see her glance into it as if making sure enough money was there。 She turned and stared at him for a long moment； as if deciding whether to say anything else。
〃Good luck；〃 he told her。
Rima looked surprised； and a little guilty。 Then； as if the milk of human kindness were too heady a potion for her parched soul； she spun on her heel and left without another word。
There goes my mini…vacation； Kinsey thought。
Thirty minutes later； with the lights turned up and the swampy area behind the bar half…mopped； he found the little white packet。
It was nestled in a crack in the wooden floor directly below the spot where Rima's purse had spilled。 With the lights off； as they had been when Kinsey caught her； it was unlikely that she would have spotted it。 Kinsey bent； picked it up； and looked at it for a long time。 It didn't look like much： a tiny twist of plastic； the corner of a Baggie perhaps； with an even tinier pinch of white powder inside。 No； it didn't look like much at all。 But Kinsey knew it for what it was： a towering monument to his gullibility。
She could still be pregnant； he reasoned as he walked to the restroom。 She really could need money for an abortion。 Somebody could be giving her coke。 Maybe she was even selling the shit to get the money she needed。
Yeah； right。 The things she had said about the father of her embryo…if embryo there was…hardly suggested that he would be giving her free drugs。 And Kinsey knew that the market for cocaine in Missing Mile was very poor indeed。 You could hardly turn around without bumping into a pothead or a boozehound； and they treated psychedelics like candy； but coke was another thing。 Most of the younger kids seemed to think it was boring： it didn't tell them stories or give them visions； didn't drown their pain； didn't do anything for them that a pot of strong coffee couldn't do for a fraction of the price。 They would probably snort coke if it was handed to them； but they wouldn't spend their allowances on it。 And most of the older townie crowd couldn't afford it even if they wanted it。
Rima； though； seemed to have had a constant low…grade cold for the last couple of months。 She was always going to the restroom to blow her nose； but she always came back still sniffling。 How clear was hindsight。
You could still call the cops； Kinsey told himself as his cupped palm hovered over the toilet bowl； ready to tip the little packet in。 Show them this stuff。 She couldn't be far out of town yet。
His hand tilted。 There was a tiny splash； barely audible； the packet floated serenely on the still surface of the water。
She had every intention of ripping you off。 Bust her。
His fingers found the flush lever； pushed it。 There was a deafening liquid roar…Kinsey thought the plumbing in this building was of approximately the same vintage as the Confederate boardinghouses up the street…and the packet was gone。
Pregnant or not； she's in some kind of trouble。 That's one thing she wasn't lying about。 Why make it worse for her？
Later； mopping the floor near the stage； he glanced up at the art wall。 The wor