The Kenny Purdue Murder Case

The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome of myel in the world. His pie-be with Larry Thor has defective Danny Covers. November night holds for another instance. Then slips out of broad ways embrace.

Picks up its whisperings, its promises, its shadows. Drifts the street to the place of its dying. And this November night will never be again. Never will be touched again. But the feel of it, remembered.

Somewhere in it, the sudden laugh of a woman, and the quick spasm dancing in the diamond throw, and for the diaries, for the memory book, what's left of it? The trickery of frost on pavement, the lurch in the subway, the problem room.

Sweep it off, forget it. It never happened. And in another place downtown West Ford River, toward end of night, another quality. Room where a party had been, liver of bottles of cigarette crushed, I was stranded at the bare floor.

Room where a man laid dead on velvet face bed. Room of knife wounds and the whole thing. They just walked out on me. Party could have gone on and on and on. I begged them.

I got on my knees. Not like just flitted away. They're drunk. And I was just sad. I'm just about everything there is. Tell me about it. Tell me how a man was murdered at your party, Mr. Impa.

Real beautiful party. I just sent out the word. Maybe the music gets in your way, Mr. Impa. Now maybe you can tell me. I told you, they walked out on me, leave me with nothing but the sleep.

So I go to my downy and who's there at this point. There's Stella. Try to push him over the other side of the bed and make the room I don't have as straight. He's heavy.