I CLIMBED OUT of the car, my damaged knee stiff, the heavy fumes of the cement circle of hell washing around me like a back eddy. “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so,” said Hamlet, which was true enough, but oh – Suicide formerly known as Prince – it’s hard sometimes, especially as you get older. I walked around the unexploded trunk of the Pinto and tried to let Chelsea’s smile return the euphoria. But all I could see was trouble. First of all, the monkey was going to need a diaper eventually. Second of all, and even worse, I knew without having to ask that she intended to take him into the food court. And, strangely, I knew that she knew that I knew.
“I can’t leave him in the car. He’d be freaked out. Besides, in the wild, he’d be with about twenty or thirty ot
