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Show Go Love/101 Viewing tomorrow afternoon. O W.'s written on the Super 8 note pad. "122," the hostess says. "At government rate. Bottom floor. How many nights?" Children laugh behind the wondrous smelling door "We've had a death in the family." We've never really talked about anything but extra towels-the Indian hostess and me-but I've watched her children grow from babies-there's something to say for that. "I don't know how long we'll be here." She passes credit card keys "As long as you require. Our ice machine is out. We're sorry " I stick my head out one of the double glass doors, yell 122 to Renee, and point east. Lara's already tumbled from our renegade Pathfinder, joyously swinging open the pool deck gate A cedar gazebo's been built across the lawn, sun shines through the lattice work The hostess lights a stick of incense beneath the Krishna clock, disappears through the family door. She's remembered Mama's state discount, has interacted with O W. He's stood in this very spot, breathing, the air hissing a little over the front tooth I chipped on the day Leviathan came. Uncle Bold and Aunt Judy drive up while I've got Lara Super 8 poolside, Renee off buying enough vodka to kill a horse. Judy's O W.'s sister, who years ago exiled herself the hell out of Arkansas for Baltimore, Maryland and a good-hearted Pole named Bold Dujenski. They get out of a silver rental under the check-in awning. Bold recognizes me straight away, waves a big hand as Lara cannonballs off the shallow end ledge. They leave both doors open. For a second it seems a remarkable coincidence-us here at the same time. Bold says, "We're floored. I'm so sorry, Jimmy." "Joey." Judy hugs me over the pool fence. She's crying. "We've got to stop meeting like |