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. I had chosen to wear the lavender; I think it suits my complexion. I
went strutting along, swinging my cane, with my best girl on my arm, feeling
great.
But when we turned onto the Causeway there was no room to swing a cane and
barely room to walk. We backed out, dropped straight down to Bottom Alley, then
across town and up Five Aces chain lift to pressure six-much farther but today
much faster.
Even the side tunnel to the Raffles was crowded. A cluster of fez-topped
men were just outside our hotel. I glanced at one of them, then took a better
look. I let him have it with my cane, reverse moulinet up into his crotch. At
the same time or a split second ahead of me. Hazel threw her package (my suits)
into the face of the man next to him and slugged one beyond him with her
handbag. He went down as my man screamed and joined him. As my cane swung back,
I took it with both hands horizontally, and used the sideways short jabs
intended for moving through a rioting crowd-but used the jabs more personally,
getting one man in the belly, another in a kidney, and kicking each to quiet him
as he went down.
Hazel had taken care of the man she had slowed up with the package, I did
not see how. But he was down and not moving. A (sixth?) man was about to cool
her with a cosh, so I stabbed him in the face with my cane. He grabbed at it; I
moved forward with it to keep him from exposing the stiletto, while giving him
three fingers to his solar plexus, lefthanded
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