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I
tried
to
gouge
a
scar
in
her
memory
.
"
What
kind
?
"
"
Well
,
it
’
s
Fannie
Farmer
but
the
label
fell
off
the
package
so
I
really
don
’
t
know
.
"
What
a
witness
she
would
make
,
if
I
needed
a
witness
.
And
why
did
she
say
"
Danny
"
?
A
piece
of
tinfoil
on
the
pavement
resisted
the
broom
.
I
had
to
stoop
down
and
lift
it
with
a
fingernail
.
Those
assistant
bank
mice
were
really
mousing
the
hour
with
Cat
Baker
away
.
They
were
the
ones
I
wanted
.
It
was
less
than
one
minute
to
nine
when
they
burst
from
the
coffee
shop
and
sprinted
across
the
street
.
"
Run
—
run
—
run
!
"
I
called
and
they
grinned
self
-
consciously
as
they
charged
the
bank
doors
.
Now
it
was
time
.
I
must
not
think
of
the
whole
thing
—
just
one
step
at
a
time
and
each
in
its
place
,
as
I
had
practiced
.
I
folded
my
anxious
stomach
down
where
it
belonged
.
First
lean
the
broom
against
the
doorjamb
where
it
could
be
seen
.
I
moved
with
slow
,
deliberate
speed
.
From
the
corner
of
my
eye
I
saw
a
car
come
along
the
street
and
I
paused
to
let
it
go
by
.
"
Mr
.
Hawley
!
"
I
whirled
the
way
cornered
gangsters
do
in
the
movies
.
A
dusty
dark
green
Chevrolet
had
slid
to
the
curb
and
,
great
God
!
that
Ivy
League
government
man
was
getting
out
.
My
stone
-
built
earth
shuddered
like
a
reflection
in
water
.
Paralyzed
,
I
saw
him
cross
the
pavement
.
It
seemed
to
take
ages
,
but
it
was
simple
as
that
.
My
long
-
planned
perfect
structure
turned
to
dust
before
my
eyes
the
way
a
long
-
buried
artifact
does
when
the
air
strikes
it
.
I
thought
of
rushing
for
the
toilet
and
going
through
with
it
.
It
wouldn
’
t
work
.
I
couldn
’
t
repeal
the
Morphy
law
.
Thought
and
light
must
travel
at
about
the
same
speed
.
It
’
s
a
shock
to
throw
out
a
plan
so
long
considered
,
so
many
times
enacted
that
its
consummation
is
just
one
more
repetition
,
but
I
tossed
it
out
,
threw
it
away
,
closed
it
off
.
I
had
no
choice
.
And
light
-
speed
thought
said
,
Thank
God
he
didn
’
t
come
one
minute
later
.
That
would
have
been
the
fatal
accident
they
write
about
in
crime
stories
.
And
all
this
while
the
young
man
moved
stiffly
four
steps
across
the
pavement
.
