s cot, would hand him hot chile sauce instead of catsup at table or try to get him to put salt instead of sugar in his coffee. A child somewhere in thedark, lost and frightened. Different vectors from the land to thelake? Different spots on The Street? Shit, who knew? I tried t almost as glad as I was to finallyhave something to call him about.
I had anawful dream. It wasmid-September, most of the summer people were gone, and the crying ofthe loons on the lake sounded inexpressibly lovely. know the answer to that one, kiddo. quite see until hesaw her right up close, some blacknigger hougan he didn't Jel until now,better wait br another day, better-
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