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"
I
’
ve
got
friends
here
.
"
Lustig
turned
and
waved
at
the
captain
and
Hinkston
frantically
,
laughing
.
"
Captain
,
come
on
up
.
"
"
Howdy
,
"
said
the
old
people
.
"
Come
in
.
Any
friends
of
David
’
s
are
our
friends
too
.
Don
’
t
stand
there
!
"
In
the
living
room
of
the
old
house
it
was
cool
,
and
a
grandfather
clock
ticked
high
and
long
and
bronzed
in
one
corner
.
There
were
soft
pillows
on
large
couches
and
walls
filled
with
books
and
a
rug
cut
in
a
thick
rose
pattern
,
and
iced
tea
in
the
hand
,
sweating
,
and
cool
on
the
thirsty
tongue
.
"
Here
’
s
to
our
health
.
"
Grandma
tipped
her
glass
to
her
porcelain
teeth
.
"
How
long
you
been
here
,
Grandma
?
"
said
Lustig
.
"
Ever
since
we
died
,
"
she
said
tartly
.
"
Ever
since
you
what
?
"
Captain
John
Black
set
down
his
glass
.
"
Oh
yes
.
"
Lustig
nodded
.
"
They
’
ve
been
dead
thirty
years
.
"
"
And
you
sit
there
calmly
!
"
shouted
the
captain
.
