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Show Blue Run/63 "How's Spider Man?" he said and hauled Joey up in his arms. It was just the right moment, the perfect time, really, with October and burnt pine needles in the air, the vampires and witches wayward between houses. In a few minutes the house would fill with smoke from scorched seeds-yet another danger to be added to Dr Conn's wacky pumpkin theories. But for then, in the gold light with O.W 's honeybuns tumbling onto the patio outside the sliding glass doors, in the chill air where a sliver of new moon had just risen, Marty Robbins singing "my woman, my woman, my wife," with his whole heart. Melody scooped up two buns. "Thank you Mr. Harvell," she said and started running Away from us and up the street. Melody ran, a honeybun shining in either hand "Daddy?" Joey said, the light in his face like his fathers. He pointed at the ground. "What about Otto?" "Otto who?" O.W. said, an edge creeping into his voice. At our feet, the glass eye had slid onto bare concrete, and I tried reading nothing into that, but then the smoke hit us and it was time to clean up and for Joey to become Spiderman. I keep picturing O.W. out in the backyard in the Zorro mask, banging burnt pumpkin seeds off the backing sheet /All the doors flung open, our house full of smoke. The last gold light catching his face, that silly black mask crooked over his eyes. We lived for a while out Arch Street Pike, in an old rickety two-story with big white columns in front and a back pasture for haying. There was a barn with piles of white pea gravel that 0 W hauled up to Lanty and spread over the Stepwell graves. Me and O.W , Joey and Jimmy lived in the big rent house with walnuts and yellow roses and, growing way back in the back pasture, a |