Just like that, a whopper of a puzzle piece falls smack on my lap. I'm too dumb to put the whole picture together yet, but she fires up two cigarretes and hands me one, and I taste her lipstick on it. And suddenly, my heart's pounding so loud I can't hear anything else. I want to reach over and touch her, and taste Goldie's sweat one more time. But - she isn't Goldie.