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I
thought
about
it
,
but
in
spite
of
the
rapprochement
,
I
did
n't
want
to
spend
the
afternoon
with
Brent
Norton
getting
drunk
.
Not
with
the
mess
things
were
in
around
the
house
.
"
Sorry
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
've
got
to
take
a
raincheck
,
Brent
.
"
I
thought
his
face
stiffened
a
little
.
"
Okay
,
"
he
said
shortly
,
and
walked
off
.
I
watched
him
go
,
and
then
Billy
was
tugging
at
my
shirt
.
"
Did
you
talk
to
Mommy
?
"
"
Nope
.
The
phone
was
n't
working
.
Those
lines
are
down
too
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Are
you
worried
about
her
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
,
lying
.
I
was
worried
,
all
right
,
but
had
no
idea
why
I
should
be
.
"
No
,
of
course
I
'm
not
.
Are
you
?
"
"
No-ooo
...
"
But
he
was
.
His
face
had
a
pinched
look
.
We
should
have
gone
back
then
.
But
even
then
it
might
have
been
too
late
.
We
worked
our
way
back
to
the
fruits
and
vegetables
like
salmon
fighting
their
way
upstream
.
I
saw
some
familiar
faces-Mike
Haden
,
one
of
our
selectmen
,
Mrs.
Reppler
from
the
grammar
school
(
she
who
had
terrified
generations
of
third-graders
was
currently
sneering
at
the
cantaloupes
)
,
Mrs.
Turman
,
who
sometimes
sat
Billy
when
Steff
and
I
went
out-but
mostly
they
were
summer
people
stocking
up
on
no-cook
items
and
joshing
each
other
about
"
roughing
it
.
"
The
cold
cuts
had
been
picked
over
as
thoroughly
as
the
dimebook
tray
at
a
rummage
sale
;
there
was
nothing
left
but
a
few
packages
of
bologna
,
some
macaroni
loaf
,
and
one
lonely
,
phallic
kielbasa
sausage
.
I
got
tomatoes
,
cukes
,
and
a
jar
of
mayonnaise
.
She
wanted
bacon
,
but
all
the
bacon
was
gone
.
I
picked
up
some
of
the
bologna
as
a
substitute
,
although
I
've
never
been
able
to
eat
the
stuff
with
any
real
enthusiasm
since
the
FDA
reported
that
each
package
contained
a
small
amount
of
insect
filth
-
a
little
something
extra
for
your
money
.
