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''Yeah?"

"Yeah. She got hit by a car. Three years old she was, and died like a dog in the street. That miserable cunt was yakking on the phone instead of watching her." He turned his head aside and closed his eyes. "Go on, get outta here. Hurts to talk, and I'm tired. Got a elephant sitting on my chest."

"Okay. Take care of yourself."



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He grimaced without opening his eyes. "That's a laugh. How e'zacly am I s'posed to do that? You got any ideas? Because I haven't. I got no relatives, no friends, no savings, no in-surance.

What am I gonna do now?"

"It'll work out," I said lamely.

"Sure, in the movies it always does. Go on, get lost."

This time I was all the way out the door before he spoke again.

"You shoulda let me die, kiddo." He said it without melo-drama, just as a passing observation. "I coulda been with my little girl."

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When I walked back into the hospital lobby I stopped dead, at first not sure I was seeing who I thought I was seeing. But it was her, all right, with one of her endless series of arduous novels open in front of her. This one was called The Dissertation.

"Annie?"

She looked up, at first wary, then smiling as she recognized me. "Dev! What are you doing here?"

"Visiting a guy from the park. He had a heart attack today."

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. Is he going to be all right?"

She didn't invite me to sit down next to her, but I did, anyway.

My visit to Eddie had upset me in ways I didn't understand, and my nerves were jangling. It wasn't unhappiness and it wasn't sorrow. It was a queer, unfocused anger that had something to do with the foul taste of jalapeno peppers that still seemed to linger in my mouth. And with Wendy, God knew why. It was wearying to know I wasn't over her, even yet. A broken arm would have healed quicker. "I don't know. I didn't talk to a doctor. Is Mike all right?"



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"Yes, it's j ust a regularly scheduled appointment. A chest X-ray and a complete blood count. Because of the pneumonia, you know. Thank God he's over it now. Except for that lingering cough, Mike's fine." She was still holding her book open, which probably meant she wanted me to go, and that made me angrier.

You have to remember that was the year everyone wanted me to go, even the guy whose life I'd saved.

Which is probably why I said, "Mike doesn't think he's fine.

So who am I supposed to believe here, Annie?"

Her eyes widened with surprise, then grew distant. ''I'm sure I don't care who or what you believe, Devin. It's really not any of your business."

"Yes it is." That came from behind us. Mike had rolled up in his chair. It wasn't the motorized kind, which meant he'd been turning the wheels with his hands . Strong boy, cough or no cough. He'd buttoned his shirt wrong, though.

Annie turned to him, surprised. "What are you doing here?

You were supposed to let the nurse-"

"I told her I could do it on my own and she said okay. It's just a left and two rights from radiology, you know. I'm not blind, just dy-"

"Mr. Jones was visiting a friend of his, Mike." So now I had been demoted back to Mr. Jones. She closed her book with a snap and stood up. "He's probably anxious to get home, and I'm sure you must be ti-"

"I want him to take us to the park." M ike spoke calmly enough, but his voice was loud enough to make people look around. " Us."

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everyone was looking. Annie's cheeks were flaming. "I want you both to take me." His voice rose louder still. "I want you to take me to Joy land before I die. "

Her hand covered her mouth . Her eyes were huge. Her words, when they came, were muffled but understandable.

"Mike . . . you're not going to die, who told you . . . " She turned on me. "Do I have you to thank for putting that idea in his head?"

"Of course not." I was very conscious that our audience was growing-it now included a couple of nurses and a doctor in blue scrubs and booties-but I didn't care. I was still angry.

"He told me. Why would that surprise you, when you know all about his intuitions?"

That was my afternoon for provoking tears. First Eddie, now Annie. Mike was dry-eyed, though, and he looked every bit as furious as I felt. But he said nothing as she grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, spun it around, and drove it at the door. I thought she was going to crash into them, but the magic eye got them open just in time.

Let them go, I thought, but I was tired of letting women go. I was tired of just letting things happen to me and then feeling bad about them.

A nurse approached me. "Is everything all right?"

"No," I said, and followed them out .

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Annie had parked in the lot adjacent to the hospital, where a sign announced THESE TWO ROWS RESERVED FOR THE HANDI

C A P P E D . She had a van, I saw, with plenty of room for the folded-up wheelchair in back. She had gotten the passenger door open, but Mike was refusing to get out of the chair. He