i can not tell you who you are, the person in the front seat beside delilah said, but i can tell you who i am, if you are interested.
very well then, if that is the best you can do.
my name is shari blaine, and i am a romantic at heart. i live for love. i was born on a mountaintop in momgolia, and raised in the canebrake by an old mama lion. i fell in with a bad crowd, and was left by the side of the road. i met a wise man sitting under a tree, and he told me i was destined for love and fame. but it never worked out.
and that’s it? delilah asked.
yes, that’s it. in a few minutes the car will stop, and i will get out.
and the strange man who got out before you, who was he?
his name was harry slade, the voice from the back seat said. he was not a very interesting person, and nobody liked him much.
where he was born? delilah persisted.
i think somewhere in canada, or maybe it was ukraine, he ended up in the big city with the rest of the slobs and drones and dreamers.
well, here we are, shari said.
the car stopped, and she got out, leaving delilah with the two persons in the back seat.
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