Cricket Bell személy

– Úgy nézel ki, mint egy üstökös – szólal meg egy hang a szomszéd ház tornácán. – Csillogsz-villogsz.
Eddig tartott a jókedvem.
Cricket leszökken a lépcsőjükön, odalép mellém a járdán.
– Készülsz valahová? – kérdezi. – Jól nézel ki. Csillogszvillogsz. Vagy ezt már mondtam?

84. oldal

We took off running down the hill, towards the park at the other end of our street – the one that barely counted because it was tiny and sandwiched between two houses – back up another hill, past the spray-painted sign warning NO ADULTS ALLOWED UNLESS ACCOMPANIED BY CHILDREN, and to the top of the Seaward Street slides.

We wind up Telegraph Avenue, the busiest street in downtown Berkeley. It's the most San Francsico-like place here, with its bead stores, tattoo shops, boookstores, record stores, head shops, and Nepalese imports. But it's also overrun with street vendors selling cheaply-made junk – ugly jeweller, tie-dyed shoelaces, bad art, and Bob Marley's face on everything. We have to walk through a group of dancing Hare Krishnas in sherbet-coloured robes and finger cymbals, and I nearly run smack into a man wearing a fur hat and a cape. He's draping a super-tiny table with velvet for tarot readings, right there on the street.