When Tina Turner returned from the , she gasped. She stood there with a hand on her hip, surveying her snakes  on the floor, her rare turtles moving toward the door, the stiff bodysuit of the cat on the seat next to me. An expression of both horror and disgust played on her handsome face, and then she did something as unexpected as it was chilling. She spoke a single  in German: RAUS! A nickel-plated revolver in her gloved hand pointed at me. I looked out window at the oblique sheets of rain illuminated by occasional lightning. The floor writhed with reptiles. Tina barred the door. "Out!" "Where? And why? Why would such things  in one day to a humble chicken salesman?"

I had no choice. I opened the train window and, leaving behind my paperback, Tina Turner and her menagerie, and the whole story of my life so far, I bailed out into the night.
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