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Show just look at it! It's beautiful! It is not so much Carol's appreciation, but the sense of having arrived at the end of something difficult, that makes Morgan feel good. Anne has already started to clean the paint from between Morgan's shoulder blades before Carol notices the wooden sun. Great, she says, just great, thank you. No, says Morgan, thank your friend Anne. She's the one who did it. Someone suggests a party, and before it is dark a dozen people, are milling around the house. A fire has been made. Cases of beer appear on the lawn as more people arrive. Morgan takes a shower with Anne, and even from the bathroom he can hear people talking about how fine the paint job looks. Outside the party is swelling, is older, has the promise of becoming the sort of thing he enjoys. Someone hands him a steak on a paper plate, and Carol is asking him when he has to leave. First thing in the morning, he says. But I just got here, she implores, you can't leave in the morning. She is being beautiful, though not quite as beautiful as he had remembered, and he would like to hold her but he can't; she is Dave's wife. Gotta beat the heat, he says, did you hear it got up to ninety-eight today? Anne is standing nearby, leaning against a tree. Body temperature, she says. Sometime after midnight the party begins to fade. Those remaining sit in the kitchen and talk about, of all things, rat traps. Someone named Jervis has a rat problem. Morgan is sitting next to Anne, and on the table they have made a small pile of green grass |