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"Beanie!" he yelled. "Hell's bells, you're looking nice<br />

and healthy. It sets me up to see you. Whole damn<br />

town's going under on me, one thing after another. I'm<br />

old, it's not fair. Tracy, hello there. What in hell's the<br />

matter with your hands?"<br />

"I don't know! Oh. Clay."<br />

"What?" He cupped his ear with his enormous<br />

palm.<br />

"Clay. You know." She formed a pot in air.<br />

"Oh. Looked like liver trouble from here. I gotta<br />

run." The doctor lunged at the secretary's desk and<br />

scooped up a pack of cigarettes.<br />

"Gimme these, okay? Thanks, beautiful, and I'll pay<br />

you back tomorrow. Now don't tell Ida you saw me<br />

smoking or she'll run out and buy me a damn book on<br />

how to stop. Is that a new hairdo? I like it. Well, so<br />

long, girls." Susan Packer was embarrassed, for it was<br />

not her hair style that was changed, but her hair color—<br />

from brown to strawberry blond. All day she'd felt like<br />

rushing home to dye it back or hang herself. Oh, she'd<br />

never find a husband in Dingley Falls! Beanie was<br />

thinking that Susan should have left her hair brown but

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