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together, a real vacation, maybe even fly to Florida. It
would do her good. They deserved a rest, they'd
worked hard all their lives unlike that crew over on
Elizabeth Circle.
Judith did not think it would do her good to see
Florida, but she said, "All right," since what desire did
she have to set against his desire?
After he hung up, she finished a skein of blue yarn
and started a red.
She stopped. Something was outside, coming in the
dark toward the house. A deadened crunch of someone
stepping in the gravel.
Then she heard the dog. Staccato barks like pellets.
And then a knock.
Judith waited. The knock came again. It was not
angry, not even insistent, a patient knocking. Pressed
inside the door, she asked, "Who's there, please?"
"Mrs. Haig?" The voice was a woman's, high and
unsure. "Chief Haig?" The pronunciation was careful
and unsure.
"My husband's not here. Can I help you?"
"My name is Chin Lam. My husband, Henry.