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One
of
our
oldest
and
most
often
disproved
myths
is
that
a
man
’
s
thoughts
show
in
his
face
,
that
the
eyes
are
the
windows
of
the
soul
.
It
isn
’
t
so
.
Only
sickness
shows
,
or
defeat
or
despair
,
which
are
different
kinds
of
sickness
.
Some
rare
people
can
feel
beneath
,
can
sense
a
change
or
hear
a
secret
signal
.
I
think
my
Mary
felt
a
change
,
but
she
misinterpreted
it
,
and
I
think
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
knew
—
but
she
was
a
witch
and
that
is
a
worrisome
thing
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
she
was
intelligent
as
well
as
magic
—
and
that
’
s
even
more
worrisome
.
I
felt
sure
that
Mr
.
Baker
would
go
on
a
holiday
,
probably
on
Friday
afternoon
of
the
Fourth
of
July
weekend
.
The
storm
would
have
to
break
Friday
or
Saturday
to
give
it
time
to
take
effect
before
election
and
it
was
logical
to
suppose
that
Mr
.
Baker
would
want
to
be
away
when
the
shock
came
.
Of
course
that
didn
’
t
matter
much
to
me
.
It
was
more
an
exercise
in
anticipation
,
but
it
did
make
several
moves
necessary
on
Thursday
,
just
in
case
he
left
that
night
.
My
Saturday
matter
was
so
finely
practical
that
I
could
move
through
it
in
my
sleep
.
If
I
had
any
fear
of
that
,
it
was
more
like
a
small
stage
fright
.
On
Monday
,
June
27
,
Marullo
came
in
soon
after
I
had
opened
up
.
He
walked
about
,
looking
strangely
at
the
shelves
,
the
cash
register
,
the
cold
counter
,
and
he
walked
back
to
the
storeroom
and
looked
about
.
You
would
have
thought
from
his
expression
that
he
was
seeing
it
for
the
first
time
.
I
said
,
"
Going
to
take
a
trip
over
the
Fourth
?
"
"
Why
do
you
say
that
?
"
"
Well
,
everybody
does
who
can
afford
it
.
"
"
Oh
!
Where
would
I
go
?
"
"
Where
’
s
anybody
go
?
Catskills
,
even
out
to
Montauk
and
fish
.
School
tuna
running
.
"
The
very
thought
of
fighting
a
thirty
-
pound
plunging
fish
drove
arthritic
pains
up
his
arms
so
that
he
flexed
them
and
winced
.
