Magenta gazed at Chongo's big, muscular hands, drinking in every word..She clutched the banana in her hot little hands, it had become a symbol for her, a symbol of Chongo's love, kindness, and generosity. She couldn't beleive that Chongo was into Kenneth Rexroth, too. At last, someone with a mind like her own..

Meanwhile, Rhymin Simon was cutting a good deal with some travellers up the back of the pub. This should keep him going til dole day, next week.