Bill nodded as if I had spoken. He was a pet with the boarders and liked things al right except Sundays when he'd have to go to church You don't want the damn thing. And when I glanced out that way, Irealized I was no longer alone.
I glanced at the car again. It ran about half a mile from Route 68 to the water--whatwas known as the Middle Bay. Inside the bag there were Big Macs and fries forMattie and me. I'd thinkabout them the way I sometimes walked and thought about plot-snags inwhatever I was working on.
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