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Jack fumbled open the door, leaned out, and vomited. I'd thought the smell of the jungle (that's what it was once you were a mile past El Palacio ) was strong in the car, but what came rolling in with the door open was ten times headier, thick and green and viciously alive. Yet I did not hear a single bird calling in that mass of junk foliage. The only sound was Jack losing his breakfast.

Then his lunch. At last he collapsed back against the seat. He thought I looked like a snowbird again? That was sort of funny, because on that early afternoon in mid-April, Jack Cantori was as pale as March in Minnesota. Instead of twenty-one, he looked a sickly forty-five. It must have been the tuna salad, Ilse had said, but it hadn't been the tuna. Something from the sea, all right, but not the tuna.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know what's wrong with me. The smell, I guess - that rotten jungle smell-" His chest hitched, he made a gurk sound deep in his throat, and leaned out the door again. That time he missed his hold on the steering wheel, and if I hadn't grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back, he would have gone sprawling face-first into his own whoop.

He leaned back, eyes closed, face wet with sweat, panting rapidly.

"We better take him back to El Palacio, " Wireman said. "I don't like to lose the time - hell, I don't like to lose him - but this shit ain't right."

"As far as Perse's concerned, it's exactly right," I said. Now my bad leg was itching almost as much as my arm. It felt like electricity. "It's her little poison belt. How about you, Wireman? How's your gut?"

"Fine, but my bad eye - the one that used to be bad - is itching like a bastard, and my head's kind of humming. Probably from that damn radio."

"It's not the radio. And the reason it's getting to Jack and not to us is because we've been... well... call it immunized. Sort of ironic, isn't it?"

Behind the wheel, Jack groaned.

"What can you do for him, muchacho? Anything?"

"I think so. I hope so."

I had my pads on my lap and my pencils and erasers in a belt-pack. Now I flipped to the picture of Jack and found one of my art-gum erasers. I took away his mouth and the lower arcs of his eyes, all the way up to the corners. The itching in my right arm was fiercer than ever, and I actually had no doubt that what I planned to do would work. I summoned up the memory of Jack's smile in my kitchen - the one I'd asked him to give me while thinking of something particularly good - and drew it quickly with my Midnight Blue pencil. It took no more than thirty seconds (the eyes were really the key, when it comes to smiles, they always are), but those few lines changed the whole idea of Jack Cantori's face.

And I got something I hadn't expected. As I drew, I saw him kissing a girl in a bikini. No, more than saw. I could feel her smooth skin, even a few little grains of sand nestling in the hollow at the small of her back. I could smell her shampoo and taste a faint ghost of salt on her lips. I knew her name was Caitlin and he called her Kate.

I put my pencil back in the little belt-pack and zipped it closed. "Jack?" Speaking quietly. His eyes were closed, and sweat still stood out on his cheeks and forehead, but I thought his breathing had slowed. "How are you now? Any better?"

"Yeah," he said without opening his eyes. "What'd you do?"

"Well, as long as it's just the three of us, we might as well call it what it is: magic. A little counterspell I tossed your way."

Wireman reached over my shoulder, picked up the pad, studied the picture, and nodded. "I'm beginning to believe she should have left you alone, muchacho."

I said, "It was my daughter she should have left alone."

x

We stayed where we were for five minutes, letting Jack get his second wind. At last he said he felt able to go on. His color was back. I wondered if we would have run into the same problems if we had gone around by water.

"Wireman, have you seen any fishing boats anchored off the south end of the Key?"

He considered. "You know, I haven't. They usually stay on the Don Pedro side of the strait. That's odd, isn't it?"

"It's not odd, it's fucking sinister," Jack said. "Like this road." It was down to nothing but a strip. Seagrape and banyan branches scraped along the sides of the slowly trundling Mercedes, making hellish screee ing sounds. The road, lumped upward with tunneling roots and broken down to gravel and potholes in some places, continued to bend inland, and now it had also begun to climb.

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