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"
You
’
ll
be
fine
,
"
Watson
said
,
and
offered
Jack
his
hand
.
Jack
shook
it
.
Watson
turned
to
Wendy
and
inclined
his
head
.
"
Ma
’
am
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
m
pleased
,
"
Wendy
said
,
and
thought
it
would
sound
absurd
.
It
didn
’
t
.
She
had
come
out
here
from
New
England
,
where
she
had
spent
her
life
,
and
it
seemed
to
her
that
in
a
few
short
sentences
this
man
Watson
,
with
his
fluffy
fringe
of
hair
,
had
epitomized
what
the
West
was
supposed
to
be
all
about
.
And
never
mind
the
lecherous
wink
earlier
.
"
Young
master
Torrance
,
"
Watson
said
gravely
,
and
put
out
his
hand
.
Danny
,
who
had
known
all
about
handshaking
for
almost
a
year
now
,
put
his
own
hand
out
gingerly
and
felt
it
swallowed
up
.
"
You
take
good
care
of
em
,
Dan
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
Watson
let
go
of
Danny
’
s
hand
and
straightened
up
fully
.
He
looked
at
Ullman
.
"
Until
next
year
,
I
guess
,
"
he
said
,
and
held
his
hand
out
.
Ullman
touched
it
bloodlessly
.
His
pinky
ring
caught
the
lobby
’
s
electric
lights
in
a
baleful
sort
of
wink
.
"
May
twelfth
,
Watson
,
"
he
said
.
"
Not
a
day
earlier
or
later
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
Watson
said
,
and
Jack
could
almost
read
the
codicil
in
Watson
’
s
mind
:
…
you
fucking
little
faggot
.
"
Have
a
good
winter
,
Mr
.
Ullman
.
"
