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it, bringing it jobs, getting its highway connected to the
world outside it, stirring things up like in the stories of
the old days when Congressman Luke Madder had
been alive.
At home Sarah MacDermott was also thinking,
parenthetically, of Cecil Hedgerow, but in tears. Sarah,
in her robe of black zigzags on cheap white nylon, sat
on a child's plastic chair beside the lower bunk of her
little Francis, who kept having nightmares no matter
how much she loved him. Mrs. MacDermott was crying
because it looked as if finally, after three generations, an
O'Reilly would own land in America. She, Sarah
O'Reilly MacDermott, could bring her family out of
Madder and set them down on garden furniture on the
patio of that little Cape Cod through which Cecil
Hedgerow had often walked her. Right there on Pilgrim
Boulevard in Astor Heights.
But what horror entangled this gift of a lifetime! Joe,
now acting police chief, would beyond doubt be
officially appointed to that post at the town meeting
called for next week. And his salary would rise so that
the bank could not refuse them the mortgage. And so