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"
Margie
’
s
a
perfect
hostess
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
I
’
ll
match
that
dinner
.
"
"
She
surely
is
.
"
"
And
you
,
Ethan
.
I
knew
you
could
be
funny
but
you
had
us
laughing
all
the
time
.
Mr
.
Hartog
said
he
was
weak
from
laughing
about
Mr
.
Red
Baker
.
"
Had
I
told
that
?
Which
one
?
I
must
have
.
Oh
,
Danny
—
give
back
the
money
!
Please
!
"
You
’
re
better
than
a
show
,
"
my
Mary
said
.
And
in
our
own
doorway
I
grabbed
her
so
tight
that
she
whimpered
.
"
You
’
re
tipped
,
darling
.
You
’
re
hurting
.
Please
don
’
t
let
’
s
wake
the
children
.
"
It
was
my
intention
to
wait
until
she
slept
and
then
to
creep
out
,
to
go
to
his
shack
,
to
look
for
him
,
even
to
put
the
police
on
him
.
But
I
knew
better
.
Danny
was
gone
.
I
knew
Danny
was
gone
.
And
I
lay
in
the
darkness
and
watched
the
little
red
and
yellow
spots
swimming
in
the
water
of
my
eyes
.
I
knew
what
I
had
done
,
and
Danny
knew
it
too
.
I
thought
of
my
small
rabbit
slaughter
.
Maybe
it
’
s
only
the
first
time
that
’
s
miserable
.
It
has
to
be
faced
.
In
business
and
in
politics
a
man
must
carve
and
maul
his
way
through
men
to
get
to
be
King
of
the
Mountain
.
Once
there
,
he
can
be
great
and
kind
—
but
he
must
get
there
first
.
The
Templeton
Airfield
is
only
about
forty
miles
from
New
Baytown
,
and
that
’
s
about
five
minutes
’
flying
time
for
the
jets
.
They
come
over
with
increasing
regularity
,
swarms
of
deadly
gnats
.
I
wish
I
could
admire
them
,
even
love
them
the
way
my
son
Allen
does
.
If
they
had
more
than
one
purpose
,
maybe
I
could
,
but
their
only
function
is
killing
and
I
’
ve
had
a
bellyful
of
that
.
I
haven
’
t
learned
,
as
Allen
has
,
to
locate
them
by
looking
ahead
of
the
sound
they
make
.
They
go
through
the
sound
barrier
with
a
boom
that
makes
me
think
the
furnace
has
exploded
.
When
they
go
over
at
night
they
get
into
my
dreams
and
I
awaken
with
a
sad
sick
feeling
as
though
my
soul
had
an
ulcer
.
Early
in
the
morning
a
flight
of
them
boomed
through
and
I
jumped
awake
,
a
little
trembly
.
They
must
have
made
me
dream
of
those
German
88
-
millimeter
all
-
purpose
rifles
we
used
to
admire
and
fear
so
much
.
My
body
was
prickly
with
fear
sweat
as
I
lay
in
the
gathering
morning
light
and
listened
to
the
slender
spindles
of
malice
whining
away
in
the
distance
.
I
thought
how
that
shudder
was
under
the
skin
of
everybody
in
the
world
,
not
in
the
mind
,
deep
under
the
skin
.
It
’
s
not
the
jets
so
much
as
what
their
purpose
is
.
When
a
condition
or
a
problem
becomes
too
great
,
humans
have
the
protection
of
not
thinking
about
it
.
But
it
goes
inward
and
minces
up
with
a
lot
of
other
things
already
there
and
what
comes
out
is
discontent
and
uneasiness
,
guilt
and
a
compulsion
to
get
something
—
anything
—
before
it
is
all
gone
.
