Michael Malone - Weebly

Smalter said nothing. The two men, moonlit, sat on the
steps, and Hayes, having pressed a glass on the
pharmacist, they shared a bottle.
Around them Glover's Lane was quiet. The
Strummers had closed their house and gone to upstate
New York, where Jack's parents lived. They would
bury Joy there in her father's family plot.
Lights were on in the Hedgerow home. Luke
Packer sat in the living room with Polly watching the old
Capra movie Mr. Smith Goes to Washington on
television. Evelyn Troyes sat in the kitchen watching
Cecil Hedgerow sip the soup she had made him. He
held the spoon carefully in his bandaged hands. They
talked about violin music.
Limus Barnum's house was dark. On Glover's Lane
no one was outside except the editor and his guest.
Finally, Hayes spoke. "How much more can we
take? Can you believe that about the poor Haigs?
Awful." He drank again.
"Yes."
"You know, Lime was a creep, but I never figured
he'd ever do anything. Just a bunch of hot air. I actually