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myself. She's seen enough dying. Tell her I liked her.
Right off the bat. Tell her, don't waste my money. Don't
be an idiot. Don't forget, love too, some point along the
way.")
"I hope she's better. Is she?" the girl asked.
"About the same, I'm afraid. I'll keep you in touch,
Polly. Luke.
See you soon. Don't stay out here too late." Frail
and urban among the pines and weeds and brambled
thickets of berries, Smalter walked on north, following
the river.
The two young people were quiet until he was out
of sight, then they returned to what they'd been talking
about before he came. Polly said, "I bet we could tell
Mr. Smalter about it, I bet he'd help. He could talk to
Dr. Scaper. Listen, if Miss Dingley dies, we still can't let
it drop about what we saw, okay? I just wish we had
those pictures."
"Don't worry. I'll get them. It's just a matter of
time."
They were quiet again. Sky and water faded
together into night's monochrome.