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him," said Brutha hoarsely. "It may mean that he's too far away. I keep on thinking that. He might be out there somewhere. Miles away!"
Lu-Tze smiled it and had a sip. It tasted like hot water with a lavender bag in it.
"You don't understand anything I'm talking about, do you?" said Brutha.
"Not much," said Lu-Tze.
"You can talk?"
Lu-Tze put a wisened finger to his lips.
"Big secret," he said.
Brutha looked at the little man. How much did he know about him? How much did anyone know about him?
"You talk to God," said Lu-Tze.
"How do you know that?"and nodded."It'll happen all over again. He never told anyone to do anything. Or not to do anything. He didn't care!"Lu-Tze nodded and smiled again. His teeth were yellow. They were in fact his two-hundredth set."He should have cared."Lu-Tze disappeared into his corner again and returned with a shallow bowl full of some kind of tea. He nodded and smiled and proffered it until Brutha took