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pipes in his bicycle basket. He had inherited his position
from Luke Packer. Eddie (fifteen) was an usher at the
Hope Street Cinema, which would be closed for the
next week, though Eddie had not yet been told so. He
had inherited his position from Bobby Strummer, the
owner's son. Jimmy (Joe Jr., sixteen) was already out
making deliveries for Marco's supermarket. Joe Sr., in
Haig's patrol car, had already left for the police station.
Sarah, in a '68 station wagon that burned as much gas,
she said, as the Ku Klux Klan raiding a minstrel show,
was leaving her house at 8:30.
First she had to take Francis (seven) and Billy
(three) to her neighbor—who said she might as well
watch two more while she was at it, but who
nevertheless accepted a token subsidy to help make
ends meet. Even so, they rarely did. Neither did the
MacDermotts', or anyone else's in Madder. If, said
Sarah, her own sister had not seen fit in her sunset years
to go off and work her fingers to the bone for a dwarf in
the mornings and a Frenchman's widow in the
afternoons, then she could have left the kids with
Orchid, which would have been a heck of a lot easier