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I
looked
at
the
cut
.
It
was
almost
invisible
.
"
Look
,
"
I
told
Lydia
finally
,
"
I
’
ll
see
you
tomorrow
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
know
.
"
Lisa
looked
up
at
me
,
the
tears
were
coming
and
coming
.
"
Lisa
won
’
t
let
anything
bad
happen
to
her
Momma
,
"
Lydia
said
.
I
opened
the
door
,
closed
the
door
and
walked
to
my
1962
Mercury
Comet
.
I
was
editing
a
little
magazine
at
the
time
,
The
Laxative
Approach
.
I
had
two
co
-
editors
and
we
felt
that
we
were
printing
the
best
poets
of
our
time
.
Also
some
of
the
other
kind
.
One
of
the
editors
was
a
6
-
foot
-
2
subnormal
high
school
drop
-
out
,
Kenneth
Mulloch
(
black
)
,
who
was
supported
partly
by
his
mother
and
partly
by
his
sister
.
The
other
editor
was
Sammy
Levinson
(
Jewish
)
,
27
,
who
lived
with
his
parents
and
was
supported
by
them
.
The
sheets
were
printed
.
Now
we
had
to
collate
them
and
staple
them
into
the
covers
.
"
What
you
do
,
"
said
Sammy
,
"
is
throw
a
collating
party
.
You
serve
drinks
and
a
little
bullshit
and
let
them
do
the
work
.
"
