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I
went
out
through
the
kitchen
,
where
dinner
preparations
were
getting
started
.
"
What
you
got
in
that
bag
,
Mr.
Edgecombe
?
"
Norton
asked
me
.
"
It
's
an
empty
bottle
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
've
discovered
the
Fountain
of
Youth
down
there
in
the
woods
.
I
pop
down
every
afternoon
about
this
time
and
draw
a
little
.
I
drink
it
at
bedtime
.
Good
stuff
,
I
can
tell
you
.
"
"
May
be
keepin
you
young
,
"
said
George
,
the
other
cook
,
"
but
it
ai
n't
doin
shit
for
your
looks
--
"
We
all
had
a
laugh
at
that
,
and
I
went
out
.
I
found
myself
looking
around
for
Dolan
even
though
his
car
was
gone
,
called
myself
a
chump
for
letting
him
get
so
far
under
my
skin
,
and
crossed
the
croquet
course
.
Beyond
it
is
a
scraggy
little
putting
green
that
looks
ever
so
much
nicer
in
the
Georgia
Pines
brochures
,
and
beyond
that
is
a
path
that
winds
into
the
little
copse
of
woods
east
of
the
nursing
home
.
There
are
a
couple
of
old
sheds
along
this
path
,
neither
of
them
used
for
anything
these
days
.
At
the
second
,
which
stands
close
to
the
high
stone
wall
between
the
Georgia
Pines
grounds
and
Georgia
Highway
47
,
I
went
in
and
stayed
for
a
little
while
.
I
ate
a
good
dinner
that
night
,
watched
a
little
TV
,
and
went
to
bed
early
.
On
many
nights
I
'll
wake
up
and
creep
back
down
to
the
TV
room
,
where
I
watch
old
movies
on
the
American
Movie
Channel
.
Not
last
night
,
though
;
last
night
I
slept
like
a
stone
,
and
with
none
of
the
dreams
that
have
so
haunted
me
since
I
started
my
adventures
in
literature
.
All
that
writing
must
have
worn
me
out
;
I
'm
not
as
young
as
I
used
to
be
,
you
know
.
When
I
woke
and
saw
that
the
patch
of
sun
which
usually
lies
on
the
floor
at
six
in
the
morning
had
made
it
all
the
way
up
to
the
foot
of
my
bed
,
I
hit
the
deck
in
a
hurry
,
so
alarmed
I
hardly
noticed
the
arthritic
flare
of
pain
in
my
hips
and
knees
and
ankles
.
I
dressed
as
fast
as
I
could
,
then
hurried
down
the
hall
to
the
window
that
overlooks
the
employees
"
parking
lot
,
hoping
the
slot
where
Dolan
parks
his
old
Chevrolet
would
still
be
empty
.
Sometimes
he
's
as
much
as
half
an
hour
late
--
No
such
luck
.
The
car
was
there
,
gleaming
rustily
in
the
morning
sun
.
Because
Mr.
Brad
Dolan
has
something
to
arrive
on
time
for
these
days
,
does
n't
he
?
Yes
.
Old
Paulie
Edgecombe
goes
somewhere
in
the
early
mornings
,
old
Paulie
Edgecombe
is
up
to
something
,
and
Mr.
Brad
Dolan
intends
to
find
out
what
it
is
.
What
do
you
do
down
there
,
Paulie
?
Tell
me
.
He
would
likely
be
watching
for
me
already
.
It
would
be
smart
to
stay
right
where
I
was
...
except
I
could
n't
.
"
Paul
?
"
