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"
Fine
,
"
Al
said
without
looking
up
.
The
two
of
them
had
gotten
the
tires
on
without
incident
,
and
together
they
drove
back
to
AI
Shockley
’
s
house
.
Al
put
the
Jag
in
the
garage
and
killed
the
motor
.
In
the
dark
quiet
he
said
:
"
I
’
m
off
drinking
,
Jacky
-
boy
.
It
’
s
all
over
.
I
’
ve
slain
my
last
martian
.
"
And
now
,
sweating
in
this
phonebootb
,
it
occurred
to
lack
that
he
had
never
doubted
Al
’
s
ability
to
carry
through
.
He
had
driven
back
to
his
own
house
in
the
VW
with
the
radio
turned
up
,
and
some
disco
group
chanted
over
and
over
again
,
talismanic
in
the
house
before
dawn
:
Do
it
anyway
…
you
wanta
do
it
…
do
it
anyway
you
want
…
No
matter
how
loud
he
heard
the
squealing
tires
,
the
crash
.
When
he
blinked
his
eyes
shut
,
he
saw
that
single
crushed
wheel
with
its
broken
spokes
pointing
at
the
sky
.
When
he
got
in
,
Wendy
was
asleep
on
the
couch
.
He
looked
in
Danny
’
s
room
and
Danny
was
in
his
crib
on
his
back
,
sleeping
deeply
,
his
arm
still
buried
in
the
cast
.
In
the
softly
filtered
glow
from
the
streetlight
outside
he
could
see
the
dark
lines
on
its
plastered
whiteness
where
all
the
doctors
and
nurses
in
pediatrics
had
signed
it
.
It
was
an
accident
.
He
fell
down
the
stairs
.
(
o
you
dirty
liar
)
It
was
an
accident
.
l
lost
my
temper
.
(
you
fucking
drunken
waste
god
wiped
snot
out
of
his
nose
and
that
was
you
)
