Michael Malone - Weebly

ed now."
chapter 64
Tracy Canopy's television set was tuned to the
Argyle news on which was now being shown a clip of
the sooty Cecil Hedgerow talking authoritatively into the
camera while, somehow, beside him Evelyn Troyes
gazed admiringly up. Behind them the woods were
burning.
Tracy ate a late dinner absentmindedly alone. She
could rarely remember, once she'd thrown out the
aluminum containers, what it was she'd had for dinner.
She was not, like Evelyn, like Beanie, a creaturecomfort
creature at all. Not a sensualist. Not, she
supposed, if certain sorts of things were meant by it, a
terribly womanly woman.
Thus, to be absolutely honest, she was happier now
than during her homely childhood, when she had been
for the most part frightened or frustrated, happier than
during her plain adolescence, when she had been
continually baffled and humiliated, happier than in her
severe young matronhood, when she had been at least