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She
was
unclasping
something
from
her
neck
.
She
put
it
in
my
hand
.
"
It
’
s
a
Saint
Anthony
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
come
to
-
morrow
night
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
a
Catholic
,
are
you
?
"
"
No
.
But
they
say
a
Saint
Anthony
’
s
very
useful
.
"
"
I
’
ll
take
care
of
him
for
you
.
Good
-
by
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
"
not
good
-
by
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
"
Be
a
good
boy
and
be
careful
.
No
,
you
can
’
t
kiss
me
here
.
You
can
’
t
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
I
looked
back
and
saw
her
standing
on
the
steps
.
She
waved
and
I
kissed
my
hand
and
held
it
out
.
She
waved
again
and
then
I
was
out
of
the
driveway
and
climbing
up
into
the
seat
of
the
ambulance
and
we
started
.
The
Saint
Anthony
was
in
a
little
white
metal
capsule
.
I
opened
the
capsule
and
spilled
him
out
into
my
hand
.
"
Saint
Anthony
?
"
asked
the
driver
.
