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and I was starting to have an idea of when that would be. A storm was coming. A summer
storm. Maybe even a tornado.
'Brendathanks for calling me. And I'm not letting you go. Let's just call it a leave of absence
shall we?'
'Fine . . . whatever you want. Will you at least think about what I said?'
'Yes. In the meantimeI don't think I'd tell anyone you called meall right?'
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the garage . . . old Anthony Weyland and Buddy Jellison and all the others . . . they'll know.
GoodbyeMr. Noonan. I'm so sorry. For you and your wife. Your poor wife. I'm so sorry.' Then she
was gone.
I held the phone in my hand for a long time. Thenlike a man in a dreamI put it downcrossed
the roomand took the eyeless clock off the wall. I threw it in the trash and went down to the lake
for a swimremembering that W. E Harvey story 'August Heat' the one that ends with the line 'The
heat is enough to drive a man mad.'
I'm not a bad swimmer when people aren't pelting me with rocksbut my first shore-to-float-to-
shore lap was tentative and unrhythmic �� ugly �� because I kept expecting something to reach up
from the bottom and grab me. The d