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efore. Past the Bredforets', where Mary stood by the
street to watch the excitement while Bill Deeds warned
her they should wake William and evacuate the house.
It roared past Glover's Lane, where, seated on the
toilet, A.A. Hayes was shocked by the changing times
as revealed in his son's "girlie" magazine, as he himself
had once called them; shocked by the erection the
photos had given him; shocked by the unremembering
innocence that allowed him even for a second to delude
himself into supposing that his wife, June, would let him
make love to her tonight if his life depended upon it.
Feeling like a moronic teenager, he checked the lock
sheepishly, then began to masturbate. No doubt, this
was exactly why he could never get into the john;
because that's what his sons Tac and Charlie were
doing in here, and probably his daughters Suellen and
little Vickie, too. By phone, Hayes had already
dispatched the annoyed Coleman Sniffell to go
interview the fire fighters, but if the town started to
actually burn down, he was going to have to get
involved himself. Funny to think of a northern town
burning down while a southerner played with himself.