“Is it important to understand everything?” Jackie asked Buck, as she pointed the Black Mercedes down Wilshire Blvd, in the direction of the afternoon sun.
“Well I guess not, but it sure helps to understand some things.”
“I kissed you. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. There was no mistakin' that.”
“And what do you think that kiss meant?” Jackie inquired.
Buck paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully, and looking into Jackie’s impenetrable sun-glassed glare, deliberately stated, “The world.”
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