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He
drove
all
night
.
He
thought
,
What
if
she
isn
’
t
in
Marlin
Village
waiting
,
when
I
arrive
?
He
wouldn
’
t
think
of
that
.
She
must
be
there
.
And
he
would
run
up
and
hold
her
and
perhaps
even
kiss
her
,
once
,
on
the
lips
.
Genevieve
,
sweet
Genevieve
,
he
whistled
,
stepping
it
up
to
one
hundred
miles
an
hour
.
Marlin
Village
was
quiet
at
dawn
.
Yellow
lights
were
still
burning
in
several
stores
,
and
a
juke
box
that
had
played
steadily
for
one
hundred
hours
finally
,
with
a
crackle
of
electricity
,
ceased
,
making
the
silence
complete
.
The
sun
warmed
the
streets
and
warmed
the
cold
and
vacant
sky
.
Walter
turned
down
Main
Street
,
the
car
lights
still
on
,
honking
the
horn
a
double
toot
,
six
times
at
one
corner
,
six
times
at
another
.
He
peered
at
the
store
names
.
His
face
was
white
and
tired
,
and
his
hands
slid
on
the
sweaty
steering
wheel
.
"
Genevieve
!
"
he
called
in
the
empty
street
.
The
door
to
a
beauty
salon
opened
.
"
Genevieve
!
"
He
stopped
the
car
.
Genevieve
Selsor
stood
in
the
open
door
of
the
salon
as
he
ran
across
the
street
.
A
box
of
cream
chocolates
lay
open
in
her
arms
.
Her
fingers
,
cuddling
it
,
were
plump
and
pallid
.
Her
face
,
as
he
stepped
into
the
light
,
was
round
and
thick
,
and
her
eyes
were
like
two
immense
eggs
stuck
into
a
white
mess
of
bread
dough
.
Her
legs
were
as
big
around
as
the
stumps
of
trees
,
and
she
moved
with
an
ungainly
shuffle
.
Her
hair
was
an
indiscriminate
shade
of
brown
that
had
been
made
and
remade
,
it
appeared
,
as
a
nest
for
birds
.
She
had
no
lips
at
all
and
compensated
this
by
stenciling
on
a
large
red
,
greasy
mouth
that
now
popped
open
in
delight
,
now
shut
in
sudden
alarm
.
She
had
plucked
her
brows
to
thin
antenna
lines
.
