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"
She
’
s
all
right
.
I
gave
her
the
camera
.
"
Mr
.
McArdle
lurched
up
on
one
arm
.
"
You
gave
her
the
cameral
"
he
said
.
"
What
the
hell
’
s
the
idea
?
My
goddam
Leica
!
I
’
m
not
going
to
have
a
six
-
year
-
old
child
gallivanting
all
over
—
"
"
I
showed
her
how
to
hold
it
so
she
won
’
t
drop
it
,
"
Teddy
said
.
"
And
I
took
the
film
out
,
naturally
.
"
"
I
want
that
camera
,
Teddy
.
You
hear
me
?
I
want
you
to
get
down
off
that
bag
this
minute
,
and
I
want
that
camera
back
in
this
room
in
five
minutes
—
or
there
’
s
going
to
be
one
little
genius
among
the
missing
.
Is
that
clear
?
"
Teddy
turned
his
feet
around
on
the
Gladstone
,
and
stepped
down
.
He
bent
over
and
tied
the
lace
of
his
left
sneaker
while
his
father
,
still
raised
up
on
one
elbow
,
watched
him
like
a
monitor
.
"
Tell
Booper
I
want
her
,
"
Mrs
.
McArdle
said
.
"
And
give
Mother
a
kiss
.
"
Finished
tying
his
sneaker
lace
,
Teddy
perfunctorily
gave
his
mother
a
kiss
on
the
cheek
.
She
in
turn
brought
her
left
arm
out
from
under
the
sheet
,
as
if
bent
on
encircling
Teddy
’
s
waist
with
it
,
but
by
the
time
she
had
got
it
out
from
under
,
Teddy
had
moved
on
.
He
had
come
around
the
other
side
and
entered
the
space
between
the
two
beds
.
He
stooped
,
and
stood
up
with
his
father
’
s
pillow
under
his
left
arm
and
the
glass
ashtray
that
belonged
on
the
night
table
in
his
right
hand
.
Switching
the
ashtray
over
to
his
left
hand
,
he
went
up
to
the
night
table
and
,
with
the
edge
of
his
right
hand
,
swept
his
father
’
s
cigarette
stubs
and
ashes
into
the
ashtray
.
Then
,
before
putting
the
ashtray
back
where
it
belonged
,
he
used
the
under
side
of
his
forearm
to
wipe
off
the
filmy
wake
of
ashes
from
the
glass
top
of
the
table
.
He
wiped
off
his
forearm
on
his
seersucker
shorts
.
Then
he
placed
the
ashtray
on
the
glass
top
,
with
a
world
of
care
,
as
if
he
believed
an
ashtray
should
be
dead
-
centered
on
the
surface
of
a
night
table
or
not
placed
at
all
.
At
that
point
,
his
father
,
who
had
been
watching
him
,
abruptly
gave
up
watching
him
.
"
Don
’
t
you
want
your
pillow
?
"
Teddy
asked
him
.
"
I
want
that
camera
,
young
man
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
be
very
comfortable
in
that
position
.
It
isn
’
t
possible
,
"
Teddy
said
.
"
I
’
ll
leave
it
right
here
.
"
He
placed
the
pillow
on
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
clear
of
his
father
’
s
feet
.
He
started
out
of
the
cabin
.
