Jo was here; a boy who wept in the night was here, too. She had three beers to my one, and she insisted. Crossmock issafe. No one had seen us.
But she had marked his passing. Hel o, Joe, she said. She turned toRommie and George, who were standing side-by-side and looking likefellows who might want to explain all about the Mormon Church. I remembered my dreamof Jo under the bed and shuddered.
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