Michael Malone - Weebly

that jolted the girl back into the baroque clutter around
her.
"Idiot, I don't know when to shut up. Well, Polly, or
Miriam, I should say, the old have nothing to give the
young but the past, and the young don't want it."
"Oh, no, Miss Dingley, I love to hear it."
"Well, good, you'll learn something. Next time you
tell me about the future and I'll learn something. But
now to the point. I have a theory, and I want to borrow
your legs to test it out. You know that stretch of marsh
and forest up near Bredforet Pond, up north of the
highway where people used to hunt?"
Polly gulped her drink as if she watched a magician.
"Something's funny up there." The woman fixed her
eyes on the girl. "For a while I thought I was seeing
UFOs. You know, flying saucers. Nobody would listen
to me, of course. Never will listen to old people.
Sometimes wonder myself if I am senile. Read too
many of those sordid newspapers Orchid buys at the
A&P. Still think something's going on. Too
embarrassed to follow it up officially until I get a fact.
Let's find out there's nothing there, I'll get it off my