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"
Well
,
that
’
s
good
.
Goodnight
,
Red
.
.
.
"
I
walked
off
toward
the
betting
window
.
I
heard
her
running
behind
me
.
"
Hey
,
where
the
hell
you
going
?
"
"
I
want
to
get
it
down
on
the
4
horse
.
"
I
got
it
down
.
The
4
lost
by
a
nose
.
The
races
were
over
.
Tammie
and
I
walked
out
to
the
parking
lot
together
.
Her
hip
bounced
against
me
as
we
walked
.
"
You
had
me
worried
,
"
I
said
.
We
found
the
car
and
got
in
.
Tammie
smoked
6
or
7
cigarettes
on
the
way
back
,
smoking
them
part
way
,
then
bending
them
out
in
the
ashtray
.
She
turned
on
the
radio
.
She
turned
the
sound
up
and
down
,
changed
stations
and
snapped
her
fingers
to
the
music
.
When
we
got
to
the
court
she
ran
to
her
place
and
locked
the
door
.
Bobby
’
s
wife
worked
two
nights
a
week
and
when
she
was
gone
he
got
on
the
telephone
.
I
knew
that
on
Tuesday
and
Thursday
nights
he
would
be
lonely
.
It
was
Tuesday
night
when
the
phone
rang
.
It
was
Bobby
.
"
Hey
,
man
,
mind
if
I
come
down
and
have
a
few
beers
?
"
"
All
right
,
Bobby
.
"
