My office at the lake is tiny, buthas a view. I stood there in the hallwith the phone pressed against my ear, visualizing another headline,this one not in the decorous 7}'roes but the rowdy New York Post. How old are you? I asked, whenwe had the baby squared away and were back at a safe distance. He was dead, Mattie was free, I was writing.
She had a fractured skul and had 'to be in bed al-259-summer and Joe was awful nice though he looked at her kinder funny out of his sharp black eyes the first time he came in her room. Joe came down with dose on the trip home and he couldn't drink anything for sev-eral months and kinda steadied down when he got to Brooklyn. You know that, don't you? I'm in for a certain measure of it in any case, I said. She's sleeping, I said to what I knew was still there, silently watching.
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