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"Jeez,” Bacon said, getting up from the table. “Thunder.”
He went over to the windows and looked out. Sammy rose and followed him.
“This way,” he said, taking Bacon by the arm. “It’s blowing in from the southeast.”
They stood side by side, shoulders pressed together, watching the slow black zeppelin as it steamed in over New York, trailing long white guy wires of lightning. Thunder harried the building like a hound, brushing its crackling coat against the spandrels and mullions, snuffling at the windowpanes.
“It seems to like us.” A feather of laughter fluttered in Bacon’s voice. Sammy saw that he was afraid.
“Yeah,” Sammy said. “We’re its favorite.” He lit a cigarette, and at the spark of his lighter, Bacon jumped."
― the amazing adventures of kavalier & clay, michael chabon
