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"
It
’
s
an
instinct
.
If
anything
’
s
just
a
little
bit
out
of
norm
,
my
alarm
goes
off
.
"
"
What
a
way
to
live
!
You
don
’
t
really
mean
that
.
"
"
I
guess
I
don
’
t
.
I
just
thought
if
you
’
d
heard
something
,
you
’
d
tell
me
—
that
is
,
if
it
was
any
of
my
business
.
"
"
I
think
I
’
d
tell
anybody
anything
I
know
.
Maybe
that
’
s
why
nobody
ever
tells
me
anything
.
Going
home
?
"
"
No
,
I
think
I
’
ll
go
eat
across
the
street
.
"
I
switched
the
front
lights
off
.
"
Mind
coming
out
through
the
alley
?
Look
,
I
’
ll
make
sandwiches
in
the
morning
before
the
rush
.
One
ham
,
one
cheese
on
rye
bread
,
lettuce
and
mayonnaise
,
right
?
And
a
quart
of
milk
.
"
"
You
ought
to
work
in
a
bank
,
"
he
said
.
I
guess
he
wasn
’
t
any
lonelier
than
anybody
else
just
because
he
lived
alone
.
He
left
me
at
the
door
of
the
Foremaster
and
for
a
moment
I
wished
I
could
go
with
him
.
I
thought
home
might
be
a
mess
.
And
it
was
.
Mary
had
planned
the
trip
.
Out
near
Montauk
Point
there
’
s
a
dude
ranch
with
all
the
fancy
fixings
you
see
in
what
they
call
adult
Westerns
.
The
joke
is
that
it
’
s
the
oldest
working
cattle
ranch
in
America
.
It
was
a
cattle
ranch
before
Texas
was
discovered
.
First
charter
came
from
Charles
II
.
Originally
the
herds
that
supplied
New
York
grazed
there
and
the
herdsmen
were
drawn
by
lot
,
like
jurors
,
for
limited
service
.
Of
course
now
it
’
s
all
silver
spurs
and
cowboy
stuff
,
but
the
red
cattle
still
graze
on
the
moors
.
Mary
thought
it
would
be
nice
to
spend
Sunday
night
in
one
of
the
guest
houses
.
