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For
Billy
,
the
mist
had
lost
its
novelty
.
He
had
fished
the
flag
and
a
tangle
of
lanyard
out
of
the
water
.
We
spread
it
on
the
lawn
to
dry
.
"
I
heard
it
was
wrong
to
ever
let
the
flag
touch
the
ground
,
Daddy
,
"
he
said
in
a
businesslike
,
let
's
-
get-this-out-of-the-way
tone
.
"
Yeah
?
"
"
Yeah
.
Victor
McAllister
says
they
lectercute
people
for
it
.
"
"
Well
,
you
tell
Vic
he
's
full
of
what
makes
the
grass
grow
green
.
"
"
Horseshit
,
right
?
"
Billy
is
a
bright
boy
,
but
oddly
humorless
.
To
the
champ
,
everything
is
serious
business
.
I
'm
hoping
that
he
'll
live
long
enough
to
learn
that
in
this
world
that
is
a
very
dangerous
attitude
.
"
Yeah
,
right
,
but
do
n't
tell
your
mother
I
said
so
.
When
the
flag
's
dry
,
we
'll
put
it
away
.
We
'll
even
fold
it
into
a
cocked
hat
,
so
we
'll
be
on
safe
ground
there
.
"
"
Daddy
,
will
we
fix
the
boathouse
roof
and
get
a
new
flagpole
?
"
For
the
first
time
he
looked
anxious
.
He
'd
maybe
had
enough
destruction
for
a
while
.
I
clapped
him
on
the
shoulder
.
"
You
're
damn
tooting
.
"
"
Can
I
go
over
to
the
Bibbers
'
and
see
what
happened
there
?
"
