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a set of four matched Li'l Orphan Annie Ovaltine glasses, like Grandma's had been, and seeing them in the auctioneer's hand took me right back to her kitchen, and endless afternoons passed with my colouring books and weird old-lady hard candies and Liberace albums playing in the living room. "Ten," I said, opening the bidding. "I got ten, ten,ten, I got ten, who'll say twenty, who'll say twenty, twenty for the four." Craphound waved his bidding card, and I jumped as if I'd been stung. "I got twenty from the space cowboy, I got twenty, sir will you say thirty?" I waved my card. "That's thirty to you sir." "Forty," Craphound said. "Fifty," I said even before the auctioneer could point back to me. An old pro, he settled back and let us do the work. "One hundred," Craphound said. "One fifty," I said. The room was perfectly silent. I thought about my overextended MasterCard, and wondered if Scott/Billy would give me a loan. "Two hundred," Craphound said. Fine, I thought. Pay two hundred for those. I can get a set on Queen Street for thirty bucks. The auctioneer turned to me. "The bidding stands at two. Will you say two-ten, sir?" I shook my head. The auctioneer paused a long moment, letting me sweat over the decision to bow out. "I have two -- do I have any other bids from the floor? Any other bids? Sold, $200, to number 57." An attendant brought Craphound the glasses. He took them and tucked them under his seat. # I was fuming when we left. Craphound was at my elbow. I wanted to punch him -- I'd never punched anyone in my life, but I wanted to punch him. We entered the cool night air and I sucked in several lungfuls before lighting a cigarette. "Jerry," Craphound said. I stopped, but didn't look at him. I watched the taxis pull in and out of the garage next door instead. "Jerry, my friend," Craphound said. "_What_?" I said, loud enough to startle myself. Scott, beside me, jerked as well. "We're going. I wanted to say goodbye, and to give you some things that I won't be taking with me." "What?" I said again, Scott just a beat behind me. "My people -- we're going. It has been decided. We've gotten what we came for." Without another word, he set off towards his van. We followed along behind, shell-shocked. Craphound's exoskeleton executed another macro and slid the panel-door aside, revealing the cowboy trunk. "I wanted to give you this. I will keep the glas
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