Chapter 17: Weaving 4, Let-offMark pulled out of the driveway and slowly drove to the stop sign two hundred yards away.
Parcae, excited, said, “It’s so fast!”
Moirae replied with laughter.
“What’s the name of this den of repute where we head?” Parcae asked.
“It’s more of a club; there’s dancing and drinking,” Moirae said as she danced a bit to the radio. “It’s called the Hell Hole. Backseat dance with me, girl!”
“What kind of music is this?”
“Forgot modern music, too?” Moirae said. “Don’t know the genre, but the artist is Todd Terje.”
The Sisters danced and laughed.
“Watch this,” Moirae said. “Walt needs me, there’s a guy he likes.”
In his car, Mark always talks to himself aloud. “If I don’t help him,” Mark said, “he’ll make an ass of himself.”
The Sisters laughed and danced.
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