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"
I
hope
so
,
"
I
said
.
I
got
Brutal
and
Dean
right
away
,
because
both
of
them
were
on
the
exchange
.
Harry
was
n't
,
not
then
,
at
least
,
but
I
had
the
number
of
his
closest
neighbor
who
was
.
Harry
called
me
back
about
twenty
minutes
later
,
highly
embarrassed
at
having
to
reverse
the
charges
and
sputtering
promises
to
"
pay
his
share
"
when
our
next
bill
came
.
I
told
him
we
'd
count
those
chickens
when
they
hatched
;
in
the
meantime
,
could
he
come
over
to
my
place
for
lunch
?
Brutal
and
Dean
would
be
here
,
and
Janice
had
promised
to
put
out
some
of
her
famous
slaw
...
not
to
mention
her
even
more
famous
apple
pie
.
"
Lunch
just
for
the
hell
of
it
?
"
Harry
sounded
skeptical
.
I
admitted
I
had
something
I
wanted
to
talk
to
them
about
,
but
it
was
best
not
gone
into
,
even
lightly
,
over
the
phone
.
Harry
agreed
to
come
.
I
dropped
the
receiver
onto
the
prongs
,
went
to
the
window
,
and
looked
out
thoughtfully
.
Although
we
'd
had
the
late
shift
,
I
had
n't
wakened
either
Brutal
or
Dean
,
and
Harry
had
n't
sounded
like
a
fellow
freshly
turned
out
of
dreamland
,
either
.
It
seemed
that
I
was
n't
the
only
one
having
problems
with
what
had
happened
last
night
,
and
considering
the
craziness
I
had
in
mind
,
that
was
probably
good
.
Brutal
,
who
lived
closest
to
me
,
arrived
at
quarter
past
eleven
.
Dean
showed
up
fifteen
minutes
later
,
and
Harry
--
already
dressed
for
work
--
about
fifteen
minutes
after
Dean
.
Janice
served
us
cold
beef
sandwiches
,
slaw
,
and
iced
tea
in
the
kitchen
.
Only
a
day
before
,
we
would
have
had
it
out
on
the
side
porch
and
been
glad
of
a
breeze
,
but
the
temperature
had
dropped
a
good
fifteen
degrees
since
the
thunderstorm
,
and
a
keen-edged
wind
was
snuffling
down
from
the
ridges
.
"
You
're
welcome
to
sit
down
with
us
,
"
I
told
my
wife
.
She
shook
her
head
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
want
to
know
what
you
're
up
to
--
I
'll
worry
less
if
I
'm
in
the
dark
.
I
'll
have
a
bite
in
the
parlor
.
I
'm
visiting
with
Miss
Jane
Austen
this
week
,
and
she
's
very
good
company
.
"
"
Who
's
Jane
Austen
?
"
Harry
asked
when
she
had
left
.
"
Your
side
or
Janices
's
,
Paul
?
A
cousin
?
Is
she
pretty
?
"
"
She
's
a
writer
,
you
nit
,
"
Brutal
told
him
.
"
Been
dead
practically
since
Betsy
Ross
basted
the
stars
on
the
first
flag
.
"
