They were purple sausages. But they didn't quite look like sausages. Hepicked one up and looked closer - then suddenly dropped it, realisingwhat it wa....It was a penis. They were all penises. Penises of all shapes and sizeslittering the street. John thought this highly amiss, but assumed that whatever he'd takenlast night must still be affecting him. What had he taken last night?Where was he last night? What did he do? All these questions and morefurrowed his brow. He couldn't even remember what. Ginsberg went to change into dry clothes while Tom and I hung out in the lounge. He returned in a bathing suit and went out to the balcony to smoke."Weird question," Tom said, "are you and Bernstein exclusive?" No, why?" I was thinking maybe you and I could do something some time." I looked Tom over. I wouldn't consider him hot; he had an unusually high forehead and broad nose, but there was something vaguely attractive about him."That'd be cool, you want to come over tonight?" Sure."Ginsberg. So, no offence my lovely man, but a kiss on the forehead will have to do.”I laughed and nodded, enjoying it all the same. She joined me on the bed, and, after a few moments, I surrendered to the abyss of sleep.I had once been a joyful person, before the death of my parents. Before my return to the town, it had been useful to imagine killing the monster that had ended my happy childhood. After my return, I had been filled with dreams of Violet. Some dreams had been quite tender and peaceful,. Tah has suggested that we pretend to be engaged until I’m ready to leave.”“Smart, being a widow and indulging before the wedding will be ignored by polite society,” Tina agreed. Tina looked thoughtful for a minute.“Actually you could use you not being able to get pregnant, as an excuse to break it off. It would also explain why you adopted so young.”Prue nodded, “As long as I don’t accidentally get pregnant, I will have to find the herbs I need as soon as we can. The doctor said they are not.