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Douglas
did
not
listen
to
Tom
and
Charlie
.
He
looked
at
Lavinia
Nebbs
’
s
house
and
spoke
,
almost
to
himself
.
"
I
was
there
last
night
in
the
ravine
.
I
saw
it
.
I
saw
everything
.
On
my
way
home
I
cut
across
here
.
I
saw
that
lemonade
glass
right
on
the
porch
rail
,
half
empty
.
Thought
I
’
d
like
to
drink
it
.
Like
to
drink
it
,
I
thought
.
I
was
in
the
ravine
and
I
was
here
,
right
in
the
middle
of
it
all
.
"
Tom
and
Charlie
,
in
turn
,
ignored
Douglas
.
"
For
that
matter
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
I
don
’
t
really
think
the
Lonely
One
is
dead
.
"
"
You
were
here
this
morning
when
the
ambulance
came
to
bring
that
man
out
on
the
stretcher
,
weren
’
t
you
?
"
"
Sure
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Well
,
that
was
the
Lonely
One
,
dumb
!
Read
the
papers
!
After
ten
long
years
escaping
,
old
Lavinia
Nebbs
up
and
stabbed
him
with
a
handy
pair
of
sewing
scissors
.
I
wish
she
’
d
minded
her
own
business
.
"
"
You
want
she
’
d
laid
down
and
let
him
squeeze
her
windpipe
?
"
"
No
,
but
the
least
she
could
’
ve
done
is
gallop
out
of
the
house
and
down
the
street
screaming
‘
Lonely
One
!
Lonely
One
!
’
long
enough
to
give
him
a
chance
to
beat
it
.
This
town
used
to
have
some
good
stuff
in
it
up
until
about
twelve
o
’
clock
last
night
.
From
here
on
,
we
’
re
vanilla
junket
.
"
