"Blood Red"

Harry had come to the end of the page, and he turned it over."So?" said Livingston."Yes?" said Harry."You've now read two pages," said Livingston. "What's the verdict?""My verdict?""Yes.""Um.""Your considered opinion."Harry found himself taking another deep drag on the marijuana cigarette."Take your time," said Livingston. Harry exhaled the thick smoke, a smoke full of dreams. "I think," he said."Yes?" said Livingston."I think –""Yes. You think?""I think this is unlike anything I've ever read," said Harry."Well, that's good, I suppose," said Livingston, "but, more to the point, is it rubbish?"Harry took pause again."Take another toke," said Livingston."Toke?" said Harry."That's hepcat talk for a drag of tea. Go ahead, take another hit.""Hit?""Boy, you really are a square, ain't you, Harry?""A square?""I mean you're not hep to the jive.""Um, no, no, I suppose I'm not," said Harry."We need to take you out to some 'happening' jazz joints.""Maybe," said Harry. "No two ways about it, man.…