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Show -240 "in the woods. Tree he was cutting slabbed up on him. Hit him in the face. It was a relief to his ma and me when he did die, tell you the truth. Took a while." He looked at Morgan. "Nice to have met you, little lady. Take it easy now. You too Buck." He settled into the old Cadillac with a groan of springs and pulled away. "Was he a good friend?" Morgan said. "Yeah." I swapped places with her and parked the Volkswagen. "Everybody's dying," I said. "Isn't that a bitch?" McKinley car was waiting at the corner for the light to change; the rocker panels and the bottoms of the fenders were rusted out, and blue smoke came curling up from under the motor. "Back in junior high Woody was the first one of any of us to go all the way with a girl," I said. "I don't know what's the matter with me," Morgan said. Somewhere between the front door and the meat counter she had stopped crying. "I'm all up in the air." "He was a hero in the eighth grade," I said. "He did it with his girl cousin from Sweet Home, the same one I went with later. Jenny Prudhomme. She was about a year older than we were, but she was a lot more advanced. Isn't it funny about girls?" "Girls know what they want," Morgan said. "Nothing funny about it." |