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significance expectant in it than his remark would have
seemed to indicate.
"It must have been beautiful," Judith said.
He nodded slowly. "I hadn't gone, you know, for
twenty years. I guess it's been. Maybe not."
"But you went this morning?"
"I don't know why."
Mrs. Haig tied the sack of letters and packages,
then sat down across from the postman. Usually Marco
left for Astor Heights immediately after completing his
duties. Now he seemed in no hurry.
"I woke up real early, and I got to thinking, out of
the blue, it'd be nice out on the lake right now. Quiet
and pretty. I used to fish some when I was little, go
along with Carl and his pals, tag along, kid brother. Not
so much the fishing, you know, but I liked going on the
boat. And being out there. I liked it the way everything
was so green and quiet."
This, by far the longest and most personal remark
Marco had ever made to Mrs. Haig, disturbed her for
that reason. He was not himself. The man's eyes, which
appeared to see the lake water as he spoke, staring