"Jesus, mister," the counterman said, "what ya got in your van, a pack of starving animals or something?"
"Just a few friends," Brennan said, laying his money on the counter.
Brennan turned as the counterman went to fill his order, and looked back over the parking lot. The moon had nearly set. Hanging on the rim of the horizon, it looked to Brennan like a skull, smiling. It took little imagination to add eyes of deepest blue and lips of coral red. He smiled back as it slipped below the horizon, and said softly, "Good-bye."
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