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"
Your
eyes
are
all
red
,
"
Mary
said
.
I
couldn
’
t
get
back
to
the
party
but
I
heard
myself
talk
and
tell
stories
and
I
heard
my
Mary
laugh
like
golden
glory
so
I
guess
I
was
funny
,
and
even
charming
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
ever
get
back
to
the
table
.
And
I
think
Margie
knew
it
.
She
kept
looking
at
me
with
a
concealed
question
,
damn
her
.
She
was
a
witch
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
we
had
to
eat
.
I
remember
white
wine
so
perhaps
it
was
fish
.
The
brittle
glass
revolved
like
a
propeller
.
And
there
was
brandy
,
so
I
must
have
had
coffee
—
and
then
it
was
over
.
Going
out
,
when
Mary
and
Mr
.
Hartog
had
gone
ahead
,
Margie
asked
,
"
Where
did
you
go
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
mean
.
"
"
You
went
away
.
You
were
only
part
here
.
"
"
Aroint
ye
,
witch
!
"
"
Okay
,
bud
,
"
she
said
.
On
our
way
home
I
searched
the
shadows
of
the
gardens
.
Mary
clung
to
my
arm
and
her
footsteps
were
a
little
jerky
.
"
What
a
nice
time
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
never
had
a
better
time
.
"
"
It
was
nice
.
"
