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  1. Public Bookmark 11

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    Billy was sifting through the debris one morning, considering just caving and bringing the cups down, ending whatever Mexican standoff Goody was having with the landlady, when he came upon an envelope with photographs. They were very different from the childhood pictures, printed on stiff cardstock. The images were darker and somewhat grainy, and while Goody was young in the pictures he was certainly not a child, no, he was a young man and he was devastatingly handsome.

    Wherein Billy comes upon the photographic evidence of Goodnight's youthful indiscretions.

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    03 Sep 2019

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    The next photo was blurry; clearly Goody had moved during the process and the smile and almost bashful gesture of his head were painted in smeared lines on the photograph, giving it a soft impression. This Goody was more approachable, more like the boyish and twitchy person Billy knew, than the handsome, self-possessed creature in the previous picture, excruciatingly aware of his own beauty.

  2. Public Bookmark 70

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    The chatter around the table continued but Billy wasn’t paying attention to it, instead focused on the way Goody’s shoulders slowly relaxed and his hand went back to tracing patterns on Billy's back, the lines in his face smoothing out again. Billy gave Goody a private little smile as Goody held the cigarette to Billy’s lips, holding it steady as Billy took a long drag, lips almost pressed to his fingers, leaning into each other’s space.

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    03 Sep 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 6

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    Long before Rose Creek, Billy Rocks finds some trouble in trying to express his love for Goodnight Robicheaux. They just aren't speaking the same language. Billy decides to find some language that Goody will understand.

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    27 Aug 2019

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    The trouble was, words were not Billy’s strong point. That was something Billy had always known about himself. He came from a land with more than a thousand years of literary tradition, a land of poetry and song, but that had never been his gift. He was no more talkative in Korean than he was in English, and he felt that actions spoke more clearly and honestly. He had no idea how to say with words the things that he needed to say.

  4. Public Bookmark 10

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    How they presented themselves in public was just that, a presentation. Playing into people's expectations – their prejudices – but behind closed and locked doors that was a different matter altogether.

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    25 Aug 2019

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    “Billy,” Goody croaked. “I—” His mind swirled, flitting from one half-formed thought to the next. The palm of his hand burning from where he had been holding his gun. Pointing, aiming, unsure if he could pull the trigger. Hating himself for the hesitation.

    “I know,” Billy said. He watched Billy's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. “Kneel,” Billy said.

  5. Public Bookmark 57

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    Goody talks too much. Billy, sometimes, doesn't say enough. Between them they make it work.

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    18 Aug 2019

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    At Sharpsburg he watches three hundred and fifty of them die, helpless with the Union ordnance beyond the reach of his rifle. There's no more camaraderie and fond teasing after that. No-one calling him their guardian angel. But thirty-seven confirmed kills earns him The Angel of Death instead, and whatever scrap of poetry in his soul might once have seen the irony in that is utterly, deathly silent.