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Show page 107 "No," said Miles slowly, " I t i s n ' t your f a u l t . " He handed Lonnie f i f t y cents, "King'11 s l i p you a beer, if Mamie's not looking, maybe two," He left Lonnie t o clean up the boat. Near the end of the dock he pulled the clipping from the cellophane of his cigarettes and xradded i t and tossed i t to the xvater. At Mamie's he bought beer for himself, Mamie and King, and played the guitar x-7hile King sang. He r o l l ed and smoked several Durham c i g a r e t t e s. Miles went to lunch early. He found Cora on a step-ladder trimming the trumpet creeper. His .45 caliber pistol was back in i t s place in the drawer. Outside the house again, he had a new l i v e l i n e s s . He caught Cora as she came down the ladder and told her how useless her task was, "I'm going to dig up the trumpet creeper," he said, holding her, "for what's beneath i t . I've saved the treasure a long time, x^aited a long time, to share i t with you." |