Sara Tidwell's son had drowned in Dark Score Lake. A friend ofmine. Those few steps pretty welldid him in, and that was almost a year ago. Onthe following Tuesday I took The Street down to Warrington's softballfield, hoping for my own peek at Max Devore.
A waiter and a coupla frog soldiers came up and tried to pul Joe away. There was no sense of dji vu, butfor a moment I thought the shape would appear anyway--here in the realworld, in real time. He looked at me with eyes I knew. And yet, again andagain, I saw the initial K where people had exercised their right not tolist their first name in the book.
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