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Quinn had hauled hireatly by Caine

Lana sat in the dirt as the sun came up

Quinn brought her water “Are you okay?” he asked her

She could say the words he wanted to hear, but Lana knew she could not make him believe “No,” Lana said

Quinn sat next to her “Caine and Diana, they took off Sa Dekka…I don’t think she’s over it yet”

“I can’t cure a person of memories,” Lana said dully

“No,” Quinn agreed “I guess if you could, you’d cure yourself”

He put his ar then It felt like she could never stop But it didn’t feel bad, either And Quinn did not leave her Far off there was the sound of a car’s engine

Quinn said, “Hey, Brianna zipped back to town Brought Astrid and someone else”

Lana didn’t care Lana didn’t think she would ever care about anything again

But then, there was the sound of a car door opening and closing And suddenly, Patrick was there, his cold, wet nose thrust insistently against her neck

Lana put her ared him close, and cried into his fur

FORTY-SEVEN

IT WAS LATE the next day before Edilio could bring himself to the job at hand But then he fired up the backhoe and dug two holes in the corner of the plaza

Mickey Finch A bullet hole in his back