It wasn't cute, like an antiquepicture of ladies with their skirts held up to their knees, dancing adecorous version of the black bottom with the edges of their bloomersshowing. Hel ofa note, grumbled the bosun, haven't they got any chemicals? These goddam wops wouldn't know what to do with'em if they did have, said one of the youngsters. I framed theuncashed check and hung it in the living room. Itfaded, as the child's sobs had faded; faded as if the person screamingwas being carried rapidly down a long corridor and away from me.
I filled the cup to the halfway mark with hotwater, then topped it up with milk, cooling it off and making it richer. That eve-ning he went to the bowlingal ey where Ed used to work. The community had had a general store and anactual name, Halo Bay. The Red-Shirt &lan was a what-if.
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