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him anyhow if he cried, "All's well." And the truth was
he had no desire to make up something properly bereft
to say to them.
Tracy he had already telephoned to thank for her
goodness to Beanie, and for the rest, he had no
comment. The lawyer chuckled, realizing he had
completed the circle of widely spaced houses twice
already, without noticing what he was doing. For years,
no doubt, he had not actually looked at the houses
surrounding his own. As Beanie, oddly, put it, he kept
his eyes on his brain. Evelyn Troyes, for example,
appeared to have a gas-flame lamppost at the end of
her lawn; had she always had it? He could hear Evelyn's
television, or record player, playing. What did Evelyn
do with herself, alone in that large, wasted house? Why
didn't she and Tracy both, and him too for that matter,
move in with Ramona and Sam Smalter, plenty of room
there, and give their houses to the descendants of the
Madder workers whose labors had constructed and
supported them? Or, for that matter, give it all back to
the Indians, if any could be found. How Arthur would
bellow for his pilfered patrimony if Winslow should