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For
months
now
she
had
been
living
here
in
Canon
City
,
Colorado
.
She
was
a
judo
instructor
.
Her
workday
had
ended
and
she
was
preparing
to
take
a
shower
.
She
felt
tired
.
All
the
showers
were
in
use
,
by
customers
of
Ray
’
s
Gym
,
so
she
had
been
standing
,
waiting
outdoors
in
the
coolness
,
enjoying
the
smell
of
mountain
air
,
the
quiet
.
All
she
heard
now
was
the
faint
murmur
from
the
hamburger
stand
down
the
road
by
the
highway
’
s
edge
.
Two
huge
diesel
trucks
had
parked
,
and
the
drivers
,
in
the
gloom
,
could
be
seen
moving
about
,
putting
on
their
leather
jackets
before
entering
the
hamburger
stand
.
She
thought
:
Didn
’
t
Diesel
throw
himself
out
the
window
of
his
stateroom
?
Commit
suicide
by
drowning
himself
on
an
ocean
voyage
?
Maybe
I
ought
to
do
that
.
But
here
there
was
no
ocean
.
But
there
is
always
a
way
.
Like
in
Shakespeare
.
A
pin
stuck
through
one
’
s
shirt
front
,
and
good
-
bye
Frink
.
The
girl
who
need
not
fear
marauding
homeless
from
the
desert
.
Walks
upright
in
consciousness
of
many
pinched
-
nerve
possibilities
in
grizzled
salivating
adversary
.
Death
instead
by
,
say
,
sniffing
car
exhaust
in
highway
town
,
perhaps
through
long
hollow
straw
.
Learned
that
,
she
thought
,
from
Japanese
.
Imbibed
placid
attitude
toward
mortality
,
along
with
money
-
making
judo
.
How
to
kill
,
how
to
die
.
Yang
and
yin
.
But
that
’
s
behind
,
now
;
this
is
Protestant
land
.
It
was
a
good
thing
to
see
the
Nazi
rockets
go
by
overhead
and
not
stop
,
not
take
any
interest
of
any
sort
in
Canon
City
,
Colorado
.
Nor
in
Utah
or
Wyoming
or
the
eastern
part
of
Nevada
,
none
of
the
open
empty
desert
states
or
pasture
states
.
We
have
no
value
,
she
said
to
herself
.
We
can
live
out
our
tiny
lives
.
If
we
want
to
.
If
it
matters
to
us
.
From
one
of
the
showers
,
the
noise
of
a
door
unlocking
.
A
shape
,
large
Miss
Davis
,
finished
with
her
shower
,
dressed
,
purse
under
her
arm
.
"
Oh
,
were
you
waiting
,
Mrs
.
Frink
?
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
"
Juliana
said
.
"
You
know
,
Mrs
.
Frink
,
I
’
ve
gotten
so
much
out
of
judo
.
Even
more
than
out
of
Zen
.
I
wanted
to
tell
you
.
"
"
Slim
your
hips
the
Zen
way
,
"
Juliana
said
.
"
Lose
pounds
through
painless
satori
.
I
’
m
sorry
,
Miss
Davis
.
I
’
m
woolgathering
.
"
