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“It’s Debbie for you guys.” “You dislike me.” “I’m easy either way,” she replied. Edda runs toward her friends. Goodness gracious, to see her run. It’s as if she’s never done it before, doesn’t know how, is on the verge of stopping at every step. She waves. Teddi walks toward her and greets her with a kiss on the cheek like a caring brother. It figures, that the greatest skunk gives the warmest greeting. “Do you do everything a woman says?” A couple of people who were walking past some distance away took no notice. A taxi with its lights on and the driver standing next to it does not arouse anyone’s curiosity. Still dazed from the impact against the door frame, Sponer took two or three steps forward to attract someone’s attention, but, as nobody took any notice, he turned around towards a small news stand on the edge of the pavement where, despite the rain, they were still selling papers. A man had just bought a couple of evening editions and, as Sponer approached, both he and the newspaper seller turned their backs on him. Sponer wanted to say something, but couldn’t. His lips moved, but no sound issued. The man pulled out another paper from the rack and the seller passed him his change. Sponer, speechless that a dreadful thing had happened and no one seemed in the least concerned, stared at them. After a few moments he turned back to his cab as if in a trance. “Hey... It’s me.” “Your business in the south can wait.” I distinctly remember thinking, going into the job, that my mind would be free to wander while I worked, and that I might imagine some extraordinary thoughts to express to those adults on my“Pester” list — thoughts that would create in them a doubt in their belief that I was unable to change things without their help. But the truth was that nothing, not a single memorable moment of reflection or imagination, sprouted from or arrived at my head during my hours digging up that lawn. In every rare moment I caught myself thinking, the thought happened to be about the work in front of me. When I told Mr. Reuter about my surprise, he said, “That’s called pride, and that’s a great thing.” He taught me to laugh in the face of anyone who called physical labor “mindless”work. When we got back to the dining nook, Lana was there wearing her faded blue jeans and a pale violet T-shirt from my dresser drawer. When she saw Perry with me she got up and set another place at the table. Let’s not talk about that now. It’ll be hard to go on after Mom is dead, because everything between us is so unresolved. It’s all been left unsaid. What a Sunday jaunt. I don’t understand what Gerti Chicken is doing out here. Gerti’s so stupid that the idea of following us couldn’t occur to his shaved, ponytailed head. No, he must be on more important business, picking up moonshine from some distillery, for example. The owl gave a soft call, answered by another on the adjacent hill. Duncan stared back over the landscape and his heart leapt as he made out the wide strip of silver to the east that had to be the mighty Chesapeake. This question was simple and seemingly unobtrusive— at first. I considered it. Theon was an outlaw too, in his own way. I had loved him as women love men in the beginning. “Sometimes I be wit’ a boyfriend who watch ’em but I never paid much mind.” An old black Audi A6 came booting up from the rear and overshot us on a blind bend, its registration plates mud-caked to illegibility. Three clipped male heads juddered about in the back seat and one of them turned to eye us. Whatever he said made the others turn to look too and then they were gone.‘Fucken Eastern Europeans,’ Hickey muttered. The Audi was a left-hand drive. Plus the Irish no longer drove cars as old as that. He followed her with his eyes until the gate fell shut behind her. Then he stared at the entrance..

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