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I
slept
most
of
the
afternoon
and
that
night
I
drove
out
to
the
harness
races
.
I
lost
$
32
,
got
into
the
Volks
and
drove
back
.
I
parked
,
walked
up
on
the
porch
and
put
the
key
into
the
door
.
All
the
lights
were
on
.
I
looked
around
.
Drawers
were
ripped
out
and
overturned
on
the
floor
,
the
bed
covers
were
on
the
floor
.
All
my
books
were
missing
from
the
bookcase
,
including
the
books
I
had
written
,
20
or
so
.
And
my
typewriter
was
gone
and
my
toaster
was
gone
and
my
radio
was
gone
and
my
paintings
were
gone
.
Lydia
,
I
thought
.
All
she
’
d
left
me
was
my
t
.
v
.
because
she
knew
I
never
looked
at
it
.
I
walked
outside
and
there
was
Lydia
’
s
car
,
but
she
wasn
’
t
in
it
.
"
Lydia
,
"
I
said
.
"
Hey
,
baby
!
"
I
walked
up
and
down
the
street
and
then
I
saw
her
feet
,
both
of
them
,
sticking
out
from
behind
a
small
tree
up
against
an
apartment
house
wall
.
I
walked
up
to
the
tree
and
said
,
"
Look
,
what
the
hell
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
Lydia
just
stood
there
.
She
had
two
shopping
bags
full
of
my
books
and
a
portfolio
of
my
paintings
.
"
Look
,
I
’
ve
got
to
have
my
books
and
paintings
back
.
They
belong
to
me
.
"
Lydia
came
out
from
behind
the
tree
-
screaming
.
She
took
the
paintings
out
and
started
tearing
them
.
She
threw
the
pieces
in
the
air
and
when
they
fell
to
the
ground
she
stomped
on
them
.
She
was
wearing
her
cowgirl
boots
.
