Arlen hadrepeated the Hail Mary over and over ( so fast she sounded like one ofthe Chipmunks on that old Witch Doctor' record, F It was a strong one, as if someone werespinning a wire in my flesh. Something was in here with me. I am, I said, and it was on the tip of my tongue to ask for an updateon the broken second-floor air conditioner.
I couldn't ask even though the presence I felt might be, let's faceit, only in my own head. ' She was always the superstitious one, youknow--knocking on wood, tossing a pinch of salt over her shoulder if shespilled some, those four-leaf-clover earrings she used to have. I didn't want her to notice it--what a wayto start a summer day, by revolting a guy so badly that he stood thereshaking and grimacing in front of you--so I raised my hand and waved. I dug faster instead.
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