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"Stay here," I told Harris He’d been allowed to reift to me And in truth, he seemed to like Florida more now Joey had been sent to the rehab center a feeeks ago, and early reports from Panama claimed his personality had blossoate, not resentful at all about being disturbed, waving at the horses grazing in the paddock as I passed Grace eed from beneath a sweet olive shrub and followed round or wash herself

But ent Burton stood in the road, talking into his cell phone His suit was too dark for a Florida sulistened with perspiration A white Ford Escort idled behind hiy

He put the phone in his pocket "Miss Montero!" His voice boo toward hiate

"Do you want to co and perky "Myhere with friends We lost our house in the hurricane"

I shouldsuit, because he noticed it Kid is growing up, he thought

He s the area, you know, and I heard you were here --"

"Where’d you hear that?" But his thoughts told me: he’d traced one of my calls to Michael

"Soht have sohts into the death of your friend Kathleen You left the Saratoga area very suddenly"

"I needed to visit ate half open

He was thinking it ht be risky Better to do it with an adult present

"Sure you don’t want to come up? The house is cooler"

He wanted to He didn’t move "No, this is okay By the way, I was sorry to hear about your father’s passing"

He wasn’t sorry at all "Thank you," I said "But, you know, he isn’t dead"

His thoughts began to swirl then, because all along he’d foundso suddenly But no indication of foul play "He isn’t dead," he repeated "You mean he’s still alive?"

"He lives, he wakes -- ’tis Death is dead, not he," I quoted

Is she nuts? he thought

No, I wanted to tell him I’ e of my voice:

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep --