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There
was
another
moment
of
awkward
silence
which
Billy
broke
.
"
Can
we
go
now
,
Daddy
?
"
He
had
changed
to
jeans
and
sneakers
.
"
Yeah
,
I
guess
so
.
You
ready
,
Brent
?
"
"
Give
me
another
beer
for
the
road
and
I
will
be
.
"
Steffy
's
brow
creased
.
She
had
never
approved
of
the
onefor
-
the
-
road
philosophy
,
or
of
men
who
drive
with
a
can
of
Bud
leaning
against
their
crotches
.
I
gave
her
a
bare
nod
and
she
shrugged
.
I
did
n't
want
to
reopen
things
with
Norton
now
,
She
got
him
a
beer
.
"
Thanks
,
"
he
said
to
Steffy
,
not
really
thanking
her
but
only
mouthing
a
word
.
It
was
the
way
you
thank
a
waitress
in
a
restaurant
.
He
turned
back
to
me
.
"
Lead
on
,
Macduff
.
"
"
Be
right
with
you
,
"
I
said
,
and
went
into
the
living
room
.
Norton
followed
,
and
exclaimed
over
the
birch
,
but
I
was
n't
interested
in
that
or
in
the
cost
of
replacing
the
window
just
then
.
I
was
looking
at
the
lake
through
the
sliding
glass
panel
that
gave
on
our
deck
.
The
breeze
had
freshened
a
little
and
the
day
had
warmed
up
five
degrees
or
so
while
I
was
cutting
wood
.
I
thought
the
odd
mist
we
'd
noticed
earlier
would
surely
have
broken
up
,
but
it
had
n't
.
It
was
closer
,
too
.
Halfway
across
the
lake
now
.
"
I
noticed
that
earlier
,
"
Norton
said
,
pontificating
.
"
Some
kind
of
temperature
inversion
,
that
's
my
guess
.
"
I
did
n't
like
it
.
I
felt
very
strongly
that
I
had
never
seen
a
mist
exactly
like
this
one
.
Part
of
it
was
the
unnerving
straight
edge
of
its
leading
front
.
Nothing
in
nature
is
that
even
;
man
is
the
inventor
of
straight
edges
.
Part
of
it
was
that
pure
,
dazzling
whiteness
,
with
no
variation
but
also
without
the
sparkle
of
moisture
.
It
was
only
half
a
mile
or
so
off
now
,
and
the
contrast
between
it
and
the
blues
of
the
lake
and
sky
was
more
striking
than
ever
.
