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Show 28 "No, silly. He was driving a stolen car." '7 Fogarty tried to find the motorcycle in the changing picture; couldn't. "Then what was the accident?" he asked helplessly. "That was the accident," she said. "He was driving a stolen car and got stopped, accidentally, because the taillights didn't work. It was an accident that he got arrested." Then Sparkle's face, which had until now been full of its usual brilliance, suddenly collapsed. "He'll probably have to go back to prison," she said. The next afternoon Jackson came by to see Fogarty. Fogarty, standing at his front window from which he could observe the Newgate across the street and watch the neighborhood, saw the white Jaguar pull up out front. Fogarty waited for the phone to ring. In the back seat of the car he could see two of Jackson's kids, small girls, slapping at each other. The phone rang. Fogarty answered it. It was Jackson. "I'm out front," he said. "I can see you," said Fogarty. "Nice wax job." "Father's Day present. It was all my kids could afford to give me. A wax job. I was hoping for a new pair of shoes." "Makes the car look like a million bucks." Now Fogarty could see the phone in Jackson's right hand. "I wish. I could use a million bucks." Fogarty could see |
