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She
was
laughing
her
lovely
trill
,
something
that
raises
goose
lumps
of
pleasure
on
my
soul
.
"
Hurry
home
,
darling
,
"
she
said
.
"
Hurry
home
.
"
And
how
’
s
that
for
a
man
to
have
!
When
I
hung
up
,
I
stood
by
the
phone
all
weak
and
leaky
and
happy
if
there
is
such
a
condition
.
I
tried
to
think
how
it
had
been
before
Mary
,
and
I
couldn
’
t
remember
,
or
how
it
would
be
without
her
,
and
I
could
not
imagine
it
except
that
it
would
be
a
condition
bordered
in
black
.
I
guess
everyone
at
some
time
or
other
writes
his
epitaph
.
Mine
would
be
"
Good
-
by
Charley
.
"
The
sun
was
below
the
western
hills
but
a
great
powdery
cloud
scooped
its
light
and
threw
it
on
the
harbor
and
the
breakwater
and
the
sea
beyond
so
that
the
whitecaps
were
pink
as
roses
.
The
piles
in
the
water
by
the
city
pier
are
triple
logs
iron
-
banded
at
the
top
and
sloping
like
pylons
to
shear
the
winter
ice
.
On
top
of
each
one
a
gull
stood
motionless
,
usually
a
male
with
white
immaculate
vest
and
clean
gray
wings
.
I
wonder
if
each
one
owns
his
place
and
can
sell
or
rent
it
at
will
.
A
few
fishing
boats
were
in
.
I
know
all
the
fishermen
,
have
known
them
all
my
life
.
And
Mary
was
right
.
They
only
had
flounder
.
I
bought
four
nice
ones
from
Joe
Logan
and
stood
by
while
he
filleted
them
for
me
,
his
knife
slipping
along
the
spine
as
easily
as
it
would
through
water
.
In
the
spring
there
is
one
sure
subject
—
when
will
the
weakfish
come
?
We
used
to
say
,
"
When
lilacs
bloom
the
weakfish
coome
,
"
but
you
can
’
t
depend
on
it
.
Seems
to
me
that
all
my
life
the
weaks
have
not
arrived
or
have
just
left
.
And
what
beautiful
fish
they
are
when
you
get
one
,
slender
as
trout
,
clean
,
silver
as
—
silver
.
They
smell
good
.
Well
,
they
weren
’
t
running
.
Joe
Logan
hadn
’
t
taken
a
single
one
.
"
Me
,
I
like
blowfish
,
"
Joe
said
.
"
Funny
thing
,
when
you
call
them
blowfish
nobody
will
touch
them
,
but
call
them
sea
chicken
and
customers
fight
for
them
.
"
"
How
’
s
your
daughter
,
Joe
?
"
"
Oh
,
she
seems
to
get
better
and
then
she
fades
off
.
It
’
s
killing
me
.
"
"
Too
bad
.
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
"
If
there
was
anything
to
do
—
"
