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Show know why he is here, does not know where he is going, and is trying hard but unsuccessfully not to care. In the middle of the afternoon Dave joins him and will not stop talking about Carol. He misses her, he says, really misses her. Morgan is openly jealous, and he is feeling sorry for himself. I should get married again, he says. Dave agrees, but it is a matter of form, a matter of politeness among even the best of friends, and Morgan can not expect to know what Dave really thinks at all. In passing, he mentions Anne's name. Dave stops painting and says, Yeah, there's one woman I would really like to screw. Only thing is, she screws everything that comes along, and she's got a big mouth. When Dave goes to do the chores it seems they have hardly accomplished anything at all: the third side of the house is not yet half done. It has been, they agree, one of those days. Morgan watches the sun lower and thicken, and when the phone rings he moves slowly down the ladder and into the house. He knows what the man in Denver is going to say. Afterwards he feels strangely relieved, as though he has been on the toilet, and he celebrates sadly with the first can of Olympia from the second case of beer. By the time he sees Anne's car pull into the driveway he is convinced he doesn't care, about her, the job, the house, any of it. Once again the sun is setting. It seems to Morgan that that is all the sun does out here, produce red-orange skies then desert the earth. You're a little late if you planned on doing the railing, |