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The
telephone
was
on
a
table
by
the
unmade
bed
.
She
carried
the
candle
with
her
,
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
,
and
dialed
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
was
a
bit
confused
at
first
;
she
was
dazed
from
either
TV
or
beer
.
“
You
go
on
to
bed
,
”
Beth
said
.
“
I
’
ve
got
a
key
.
”
“
Did
you
say
you
were
partying
with
college
students
?
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
“
From
the
university
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
Well
,
be
careful
what
you
smoke
,
honey
.
”
There
was
a
marvelous
feeling
across
Beth
’
s
shoulders
and
on
the
back
of
her
neck
.
For
a
moment
she
wanted
to
rush
home
and
embrace
Mrs
.
Wheatley
and
hold
her
tight
.
But
all
she
said
was
,
“
Okay
.
”
“
See
you
in
the
morning
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
Beth
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
,
listening
to
the
music
from
the
living
room
,
and
finished
her
beer
.
She
hardly
ever
listened
to
music
and
had
never
been
to
a
school
dance
.
If
you
didn
’
t
count
the
Apple
Pi
’
s
,
this
was
the
first
party
she
had
ever
been
to
.
In
the
living
room
the
song
ended
.
A
moment
later
,
Tim
sat
on
the
bed
beside
her
.
It
seemed
perfectly
natural
,
like
the
response
to
a
request
she
had
made
.
“
Have
another
beer
,
”
he
said
.
She
took
it
and
drank
.
Her
movements
felt
slow
and
certain
.
“
Jesus
!
”
Tim
whispered
in
mock
alarm
.
“
What
’
s
that
purple
thing
burning
there
?
”
