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into something" for him, her husband was calling her.
"Just checking," he said. Now that Dr. Scaper had
warned him, Hawk Haig worried about his wife.
Her husband had been on her mind too. Just before
he'd left, he had sat over his slab of steak in their new
dinette in a kind of smug expectation. The cheerful
mood startled her, after so many, many months of his
bitter chagrin about the highway and the rotten luck of
losing his one chance to make a killing, to make
something of himself (and her), to "make it" (for her, for
him). He said he was pleased because he had arrested
the man at the trailer park. Except for an occasional
drunk driver or exuberant adolescent, arrests in Dingley
Falls were rare. As he ate, Haig had recounted
jubilantly his incarceration of Maynard Henry: "A mean
s.o.b. Just mean. Crazy, you know, Jude? Imagine a
great guy like Arn having a kid brother like that. I've
been waiting for a chance to put him away for good,
he's a menace. Came at me with a knife once, over at
Dixwell High, in the parking lot. I heard how over in
Vietnam Maynard was always in trouble, got in a bar
fight in Saigon and bit this guy's earlobe off.