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those police shows on TV, the way they kept getting
run down by bank robbers and machine-gunned by
dope rings. Not that Ransom Bank had ever been
robbed, or anybody in town ever run a dope ring
(unless Mr. Smalter), but still. Look at that riffraff that
lived in that trailer park, whiskey bottles poking out of
their trash cans! Her boys were good boys, she
thanked God, but if she didn't get them away…Riffraff
like those Grabaskis and Raoul Treeca, and even Arn
Henry's own little brother, Maynard, fighting over that
Chinkie "like she was Bathsheba naked in the tub, Lord
love us."
As Sarah MacDermott had already dropped off her
passengers, she was obliged to address this last remark
to an empty car, unless she was talking to St.
Christopher, whom she refused to take down from his
chain on the mirror, no matter what the Pope said, it
was better to be on the safe side. She turned into the
Haigs' driveway. She would show Judith her garden
furniture, that first purchase, even if secondhand,
toward a new life. A life of lawns to sit in, and space to
breathe in. A life quiet enough to hear herself think in.