The Roof Garden Ll Comments

When it got dark the fireworks started for real, shot from a barge parked down-stream you couldn't see: red, green, blue, one after another after another. Overhead the fiery tendrils trailed down, vanishing before they hit ground, while their acrid smell drifted slowly over the flood. More people turned up and soon there was a crowd broken into chatty groups, each guarding its sovereignty.

Donnie thought the hammock a great place to watch the show from and he was right, he decided, though you needed to sit up to see over the wall. Somebody from California handed him a plastic cup half- filled with cava and suddenly there were two people rumbling in the hammock, than three, then two again. Alone, finally, Donnie looked around for his friends. Twenty feet off stood Mat, talking to an older man with a goatee. The goatee bobbed palely in the dark as he waggled a forefinger for emphasis.
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