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"
Look
at
that
stupid
shit
,
"
Norton
growled
.
I
circled
the
parking
lot
once
,
looking
for
a
good
space
.
There
were
none
.
I
was
just
resigning
myself
to
a
long
walk
from
the
far
end
of
the
lot
when
I
got
lucky
.
A
lime-green
Cadillac
the
size
of
a
small
cabin
cruiser
was
easing
out
of
a
slot
in
the
rank
closest
to
the
market
's
doors
.
The
moment
it
was
gone
,
I
slid
into
the
space
.
I
gave
Billy
Steffs
shopping
list
.
He
was
five
,
but
he
could
read
printing
.
"
Get
a
cart
and
get
started
.
I
want
to
give
your
mother
a
jingle
.
Mr.
Norton
will
help
you
.
And
I
'll
be
right
along
.
"
We
got
out
and
Billy
immediately
grabbed
Mr.
Norton
's
hand
.
He
'd
been
taught
not
to
cross
the
parking
lot
without
holding
an
adult
's
hand
when
he
was
younger
and
had
n't
yet
lost
the
habit
.
Norton
looked
surprised
for
a
moment
,
and
then
smiled
a
little
.
I
could
almost
forgive
him
for
feeling
Steff
up
with
his
eyes
.
The
two
of
them
went
into
the
market
.
I
strolled
over
to
the
pay
phone
,
which
was
on
the
wall
between
the
drugstore
and
the
Norge
.
A
sweltering
woman
in
a
purple
sunsuit
was
jogging
the
cutoff
switch
up
and
down
.
I
stood
behind
her
with
my
hands
in
my
pockets
,
wondering
why
I
felt
so
uneasy
about
Steff
,
and
why
the
unease
should
be
all
wrapped
up
with
that
line
of
white
but
unsparkling
fog
,
the
radio
stations
that
were
off
the
air
and
the
Arrowhead
Project
.
The
woman
in
the
purple
sunsuit
had
a
sunburn
and
freckles
on
her
fat
shoulders
.
She
looked
like
a
sweaty
orange
baby
.
She
slammed
the
phone
back
down
on
its
cradle
,
turned
toward
the
drugstore
and
saw
me
there
.
"
Save
your
dime
,
"
she
said
.
"
Just
dah-dah-dah
.
"
She
walked
grumpily
away
.
I
almost
slapped
my
forehead
.
The
phone
lines
were
down
someplace
,
of
course
.
Some
of
them
were
underground
,
but
nowhere
near
all
of
them
.
I
tried
the
phone
anyway
.
The
pay
phones
in
the
area
are
what
Steff
calls
Paranoid
Pay
Phones
.
Instead
of
putting
your
dime
right
in
,
you
get
a
dial
tone
and
make
your
call
.
When
someone
answers
,
there
's
an
automatic
cutoff
and
you
have
to
shove
your
dime
in
before
your
party
hangs
up
.
They
're
irritating
,
but
that
day
it
did
save
me
my
dime
.
There
was
no
dial
tone
.
As
the
lady
had
said
,
it
was
just
dah-dah-dah
.
I
hung
up
and
walked
slowly
toward
the
market
,
just
in
time
to
see
an
amusing
little
incident
.
An
elderly
couple
walked
toward
the
IN
door
,
chatting
together
.
And
still
chatting
,
they
walked
right
into
it
.
They
stopped
talking
in
a
jangle
and
the
woman
squawked
her
surprise
.
They
stared
at
each
other
comically
.
Then
they
laughed
,
and
the
old
guy
pushed
the
door
open
for
his
wife
with
some
effort-those
electric-eye
doors
are
heavy
-
and
they
went
in
.
When
the
electricity
goes
off
,
it
catches
you
in
a
hundred
different
ways
.
