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"
He
thinks
you
've
got
a
secret
.
"
She
paused
.
"
So
do
I.
"
I
opened
my
mouth
--
to
say
what
,
I
do
n't
know
--
but
Elaine
raised
one
of
her
gnarled
but
oddly
beautiful
hands
before
I
could
get
a
single
word
out
.
"
If
you
do
,
I
do
n't
want
to
know
what
it
is
,
Paul
.
Your
business
is
your
business
.
I
was
raised
to
think
that
way
,
but
not
everyone
was
.
Be
careful
.
That
's
all
I
want
to
tell
you
.
And
now
I
'll
let
you
alone
to
do
your
work
.
"
She
turned
to
go
,
but
before
she
could
get
out
the
door
,
I
called
her
name
.
She
turned
back
,
eyes
questioning
.
"
When
I
finish
what
I
'm
writing
--
"
I
began
,
then
shook
my
head
a
little
.
That
was
wrong
.
"
If
I
finish
what
I
'm
writing
,
would
you
read
it
?
"
She
seemed
to
consider
,
then
gave
me
the
sort
of
smile
a
man
could
easily
fall
in
love
with
,
even
a
man
as
old
as
me
.
"
That
would
be
my
honor
.
"
"
You
'd
better
wait
until
you
read
it
before
you
talk
about
honor
,
"
I
said
,
and
it
was
Delacroix
's
death
I
was
thinking
of
.
"
I
'll
read
it
,
though
,
"
she
said
.
"
Every
word
.
I
promise
.
But
you
have
to
finish
writing
it
,
first
.
"
She
left
me
to
it
,
but
it
was
a
long
time
before
I
wrote
anything
.
I
sat
staring
out
the
windows
for
almost
an
hour
,
tapping
my
pen
against
the
side
of
the
table
,
watching
the
gray
day
brighten
a
little
at
a
time
,
thinking
about
Brad
Dolan
,
who
calls
me
Paulie
and
never
tires
of
jokes
about
chinks
and
slopes
and
spicks
and
micks
,
thinking
about
what
Elaine
Connelly
had
said
.
He
thinks
you
've
got
a
secret
.
So
do
I.
And
maybe
I
do
.
Yes
,
maybe
I
do
.
And
of
course
Brad
Dolan
wants
it
.
Not
because
he
thinks
it
's
important
(
and
it
's
not
,
I
guess
,
except
to
me
)
,
but
because
he
does
n't
think
very
old
men
like
myself
should
have
secrets
.
No
taking
the
ponchos
off
the
hook
outside
the
kitchen
;
no
secrets
,
either
.
No
getting
the
idea
that
the
likes
of
us
are
still
human
.
And
why
should
n't
we
be
allowed
such
an
idea
?
He
does
n't
know
.
And
in
that
,
too
,
he
is
like
Percy
So
my
thoughts
,
like
a
river
that
takes
an
oxbow
turn
,
finally
led
back
to
where
they
had
been
when
Brad
Dolan
reached
out
from
beneath
the
kitchen
eave
and
grabbed
my
wrist
:
to
Percy
,
mean-spirited
Percy
Wetmore
,
and
how
he
had
taken
his
revenge
on
the
man
who
had
laughed
at
him
.
Delacroix
had
been
throwing
the
colored
spool
he
had
--
the
one
Mr.
Jingles
would
fetch
--
and
it
bounced
out
of
the
cell
and
into
the
corridor
.
That
was
all
it
took
;
Percy
saw
his
chance
.
