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Falconer 52<br />
himself. He must have begged rides since he didn’t take the car.”<br />
“Excuse me,” said Farragut, quite sincerely. No sarcasm was<br />
intended. Some of the family must have said as much as they lay<br />
dying. He got into the car and headed for the beach. That’s how he<br />
remembered that he was not sixteen, because there was a new<br />
policeman in the village of Hepworth, who was the only one who<br />
might have stopped him and asked to see his license. The<br />
policeman in Hepworth had it in for the family for some reason.<br />
Farragut knew all the other policemen in the villages along that<br />
coast.<br />
When he got to Nagasakit he ran down to the beach. It was late in<br />
the season, late in the day, and there were no bathers, no<br />
lifeguards, nothing at all but a very weary swell from what was<br />
already a polluted ocean. How could he tell if it contained his<br />
father, with pearls for eyes? He walked along the crescent of the<br />
beach. The amusement park was still open. He could hear some<br />
music from there, profoundly unserious and belonging very much<br />
to the past. He examined the sand to keep from crying. There had<br />
been that year a big run on Japanese sandals and also a run on toy<br />
knights in armor. There were, left over from the summer, many<br />
dismembered knights and odd sandals mixed in the shingle.<br />
Respiratory noises came from his beloved sea. The roller coaster<br />
was still running. He could hear the clack of the cars on the rail<br />
joints and also some very loud laughter—a sound that seemed<br />
wasted on that scene. He left the beach. He crossed the road to the<br />
entrance of the amusement park. The façade marked a period in<br />
the Italian emigration. Workmen from Italy had built a wall of<br />
plaster and cement, painted it the saffrons of Rome, and decorated<br />
the wall with mermaids and scallop shells. Over the arch was<br />
Poseidon with a trident. On the other side of the wall the merrygo-round<br />
was turning. There was not a passenger on it. The loud<br />
laughter came from some people who were watching the roller<br />
coaster. There was Farragut’s father, pretending to drink from an<br />
empty bottle and pretending to contemplate suicide from every