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down the Falls before a soul could save her. So instead
of turning onto Hope Street, she clattered over the old
bridge up Goff, east on Route 3, where, between the
marshlands on the north and the river on the south, the
Haigs' new house thrust itself at the highway.
Jesus bless us, smack dab in the middle of pure
nothing, out here with about one car an hour, if that, to
look at out that big front window, and a dozen mangy
squirrels, if that, to look at you through the back. And
poor Judith lonely as Ruth in the wheat fields. What in
the name of Mary and Joseph was the sense of getting
out of Madder if all you did was build a brand-new
good-looking house out where nobody but
woodpeckers would ever look at it, and what's more,
Joe said they could have had that garrison Colonial in
Astor Heights for the exact same price? Anyhow,
Hawk must have been out of his head. Which was
funny since everybody'd voted him more likely to
succeed than even Arn Henry; everybody'd always
thought Hawk Haig would set the world on fire; every
girl in the class had been green when he gave his ring on
a chain to Judith Sorrow. Now it was enough to make