Someone was really dedicated. You have been actin' kinder wild, Daughter, since Bud died, came Joe's soft deep drawling voice. I was scared, yes--standing on those dark cellar stairs and listening tothe thumps from just below me, I had been fucking terrified--but I hadalso felt fully alive for the first time in years. So was the Green Lady, who was now a soot-colored BlackLady--as dead as the dead branch behind her, the one that seemed topoint like an arm.
She hadventured into the house, for one thing. n the lake ready for a year-round resident, but I could be down there by the Fourth of July, easily. Behind us came the clumsy thunder of caulk-equipped loggers' bootsrushing up the stairs outside. Close enough forgovernment work, kemo sabe, especially after engaging in an energeticgame of Trash-Bag Treasure Hunt.
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