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it coming to him a long time, and just lucky it was only<br />

his legs and ribs and his Chevy, and not worse."<br />

"Well, I don't care. The man had no business hitting<br />

that poor little Vietnamese wife of his in the face. I don't<br />

believe for a minute she knew what she was doing<br />

getting in that truck with Raoul Treeca. But Maynard's<br />

quick to hurt. He always was."<br />

"Wouldn't surprise me if he shoved Hawk's car off<br />

a cliff when he gets out. After this latest." Sarah<br />

MacDermott slid a pencil in and out of her yellow<br />

topknot. "Well, come and eat with us tonight. I grabbed<br />

a real nice London broil right when the truck pulled in.<br />

If your society folks let you off in time."<br />

Outside Luke Packer loaded Mrs. O'Neal's<br />

groceries into Ramona Dingley's Pontiac Firebird. The<br />

elderly shut-in bought a new car every year—each one<br />

racier than the last—as if she thought she could outdrag<br />

death if she only had the horsepower.<br />

"I sure would love to have this car," Luke sighed.<br />

"I'm going to work for Mr. Smalter in the drugstore."<br />

"Well, that's nice." Orchid smiled.<br />

"Listen, did you happen to ask him what he had a

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