Amos was so surprised, he dropped the gold bar—though he caught it before it hit the ground. Milt nodded. “Been doing it since I was like, three, four years old. It’s a far-out way to communicate, although not as karma oriented as some. You know, like beams or harmonies or with music. Oh, man, I really dig music. Like, you can say so many beautiful things with music that won’t come out with words. Don’t you like, you know, like music?” The boys stood speechless. Having started to talk, Milt seemed not to be able to stop. “Like, it’s so, so groovy that you didn’t think it was fair to take the gold. I mean, you’re probably going to have like, maybe ten or twelve good incarnations because of, you know, like, your generosity. It’s so beautiful, so beautiful, man.…” He paused to take a breath, and Dunc cut in. “How long have you been here?” Milt held up his hands and counted his fingers, then went down to his toes, counted them, then started over on his fingers, and finally shrugged.
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