Nubian Spirit: The African Legacy of the Nile Vallley Page #4

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said he'd take it back.

Do you like it?

So you want me to be your girl?

Yeah, sure. I mean, if...

You know, if it's all the same to you.

Well, I suppose I can wear it

now and then.

- But that doesn't make me your girl.

- Yeah. Doesn't make...

Yeah, we had us a time, all right.

The way only city kids could.

I love it!

It says here Heracles himself

fought with the Argonauts.

Imagine Jason and Heracles

back-to-back.

- Yeah.

- Jason gleaming in his Golden Fleece.

Yeah. Yeah.

Then everything went right

straight to hell.

My Uncle Pete was

a has-been fighter.

Sand's dad, a beat cop who was

always looking out for dumb old Pete.

Hey, Pete! What's all this?

What's all...?

My Uncle Pete did the only thing

his punch-battered brain...

... could tell him to do.

Sand got there

a few minutes before me.

Come on.

I tried to be strong for both of us.

Come on.

I said some stuff.

I can't remember what.

And then that jerk reporter

latched onto us.

Sol, I can't miss this.

So, kids, just how does this

make you feel?

Are you scared?

- We ain't talking, so leave us alone.

- You gotta give me something.

I'll give you something.

I'll give you three words.

I hate cops.

Just leave us alone, will you?

I know you're heartbroke, Sand.

So am I,

but you didn't mean what you said.

Leave me alone, stay away.

- Give it a while.

- Give it a while?

- What? What, us?

- Well, yeah, that's what I mean.

So, sure, we grow up

and we have kids in this sinkhole?

You're just not talking straight.

And you become a cop

just like you always wanted to.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe I do.

Yeah, and then some punched-out

drunk of an old boxer shoots you dead?

- Do you think I want that?

- It wasn't Pete!

- It was that guido, and you know that.

- Who cares?

You know what?

I don't want your world.

I want diamonds,

and I want sports cars...

...and I want long dresses

and I want money. And I want lots of it.

And where are you going to find

all that, Sand?

I'm not gonna find it here.

Not in this toilet of a town.

So you're too good for me?

You're too good for all of us? Is that it?

I am too good for you,

and I am too good for this dump.

- I'm going away, I'm going far away.

- All right.

I'm gonna go

all over the world, become rich...

...and no one is ever gonna know

that I came from this hole!

No one.

And I am never coming back.

Then do whatever you want, Sand!

I don't care about you neither.

I never even wanna see you again!

I hate you, Sand.

I never saw her again.

Word is she took off for Europe.

I never knew if she was alive or dead.

Until now.

There's only one way this locket

ended up in poor Sussman's hand.

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