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Around
ten
o'clock
there
was
a
tap
on
my
shoulder
.
It
was
Billy
with
a
can
of
beer
in
one
hand
and
Steff
's
list
in
the
other
.
I
stuffed
the
list
in
the
back
pocket
of
my
jeans
and
took
the
beer
,
which
was
not
exactly
frosty-cold
but
at
least
cool
.
I
chugged
almost
half
of
it
at
once
rarely
does
a
beer
taste
that
good-and
tipped
the
can
in
salute
at
Billy
.
"
Thanks
,
champ
.
"
"
Can
I
have
some
.
"
I
let
him
have
a
swallow
.
He
grimaced
and
handed
the
can
back
.
I
offed
the
rest
and
just
caught
myself
as
I
started
to
crunch
it
up
in
the
middle
.
The
deposit
law
on
bottles
and
cans
has
been
in
effect
for
over
three
years
,
but
old
ways
die
hard
.
"
She
wrote
something
across
the
bottom
of
the
list
,
but
I
ca
n't
read
her
writing
,
"
Billy
said
.
I
took
out
the
list
again
.
"
I
ca
n't
get
WOXO
on
the
radio
,
"
Steff
's
note
read
.
"
Do
you
think
the
storm
knocked
them
off
the
air
?
"
WOXO
is
the
local
automated
FM
rock
outlet
.
It
broadcast
from
Norway
,
about
twenty
miles
north
,
and
was
all
that
our
old
and
feeble
FM
receiver
would
haul
in
.
"
Tell
her
probably
,
"
I
said
,
after
reading
the
question
over
to
him
.
"
Ask
her
if
she
can
get
Portland
on
the
AM
band
.
"
"
Okay
,
Daddy
,
can
I
come
when
you
go
to
town
?
"
"
Sure
.
You
and
Mommy
both
,
if
you
want
.
"
