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awing a f ll-in issue of Detective Comics by a
Seattle writer named Ed Brubaker. The idea made Michael nervous at f rstbut
the script was f rst-ratethe editor was excited to have himand based on his
f rst eight pages they’d promised him all the work he wanted.
Best of allit left half his days free to paint.
SundayNovember 28
The Sunday morning after ThanksgivingMichael went to his car for a
run to Harris Teeter. Someone came toward him as he put his keys in the car
door and he spun aroundadrenalin pumping.
It was Charles.
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“Hey” Charles said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay” Michael said. He stuf ed his hands in his pockets to hide their
shaking. Part of it was the lingering threat of the nrcpart of it something
deeper that had gone into the heart of him.
“I was sitting here” Charles said“trying to decide if I should come up and
bother you. Donald let on that you were living with Denise now.”
“I didn’t think you two were talking.” Charles looked thinnerbut otherwise
in good shape. He wore loose jeansa pale blue
unc sweatshirtand a Yankees
baseball cap.
“I’ve been saying my goodbyesand he was on the list.”
“What do you mean?”
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