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I
walked
them
to
the
door
.
Morse
grabbed
my
hand
.
He
didn
’
t
pump
it
,
and
neither
of
us
quite
looked
at
the
other
.
"
You
’
re
a
good
old
guy
,
"
he
said
"
Thanks
,
Morse
.
.
.
"
And
then
they
were
gone
.
The
next
morning
Tammie
found
a
prescription
in
her
purse
.
"
I
’
ve
got
to
get
this
filled
,
"
she
said
.
"
Look
at
it
.
"
It
was
wrinkled
and
the
ink
had
run
.
"
What
happened
here
?
"
"
Well
,
you
know
my
brother
,
he
’
s
a
pill
head
.
"
"
I
know
your
brother
.
He
owes
me
twenty
bucks
.
"
"
Well
,
he
tried
to
get
this
prescription
away
from
me
.
He
tried
to
strangle
me
.
I
put
the
prescription
in
my
mouth
and
swallowed
it
.
Or
I
pretended
to
swallow
it
.
He
wasn
’
t
sure
.
That
was
the
time
I
phoned
you
and
asked
you
to
come
over
and
kick
the
shit
out
of
him
.
He
split
.
But
I
still
had
the
prescription
in
my
mouth
.
I
haven
’
t
used
it
yet
.
But
I
can
get
it
filled
here
.
It
’
s
worth
a
try
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
We
took
the
elevator
down
to
the
street
.
It
was
over
ioo
degrees
.
I
could
hardly
move
.
Tammie
started
walking
and
I
followed
along
behind
her
as
she
weaved
from
one
edge
of
the
sidewalk
to
the
other
.
