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Falconer 98<br />
couldn’t remember where she lived. I couldn’t find the dress I<br />
wanted, I couldn’t find my earrings. I couldn’t find my stockings<br />
and I couldn’t find my glasses to look for my stockings.” He might<br />
have killed her then had she not found an envelope on which his<br />
name was written clumsily in lead pencil. She put this on the<br />
counter. “I didn’t ask him to write the letter,” she said, “and I have<br />
no idea of what it contains. I suppose I should have shown it to<br />
the counselors, but I knew you would rather I didn’t.”<br />
“Thank you,” said Farragut. He put the letter into his shirt, next to<br />
his skin.<br />
“Aren’t you going to open it?”<br />
“I’ll save it.”<br />
“Well, you’re lucky. So far as I know, it’s the first letter he’s ever<br />
written in his life. So tell me how you are, Zeke. I can’t say that<br />
you look well, but you look all right. You look very much like<br />
yourself. Do you still dream about your blonde? You do, of course;<br />
that I can easily see. Don’t you understand that she never existed,<br />
Zeke, and that she never will? Oh, I can tell by the way you hold<br />
your head that you still dream about that blonde who never<br />
menstruated or shaved her legs or challenged anything you said or<br />
did. I suppose you have boyfriends in here?”<br />
“I’ve had one,” said Farragut, “but I didn’t take it up the ass.<br />
When I die you can put on my headstone: ‘Here lies Ezekiel<br />
Farragut, who never took it up the ass.’ ”<br />
She seemed suddenly touched by this, suddenly she seemed to find<br />
in herself some admiration for him; her smile and her presence<br />
seemed accommodating and soft. “Your hair has turned white,<br />
dear,” she said. “Did you know that? You haven’t been here a year<br />
and yet your hair has turned snow white. It’s very becoming. Well,<br />
I’ll have to go. I’ve left your groceries in the package room.” He<br />
carried the letter until the lights and the television were<br />
extinguished and read, in the glare from the yard, “I love you.”