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He got the hunch to go in and play Funiculi funicula on the accordion. The duvet was pulledup to her chin and she was sleeping deeply. What followedwas a miserable and surreal five minutes in which I crawled aimlesslyback and forth in my Jo was dressed in the white shirt and yellow slacksshe'd had on the day she died.

You call her Mattie? 24o Yes, I said, and had a wild impulse to add: In bed/In bed I callher that/ Oh Mattie, don't stop, don't stop, I cry/ It's the name shegave me when she introduced herself. But I got a Gil ette somewheres. I had to keep my mind clear. , and as if thought wereconjuration I could almost see it out there at the end of LaneForty-two, parked by the highway.