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“What’s it to you?”

So ainst his shoulder as he pulled the

nozzle fro up the hose

“My name is Gray Baron”

“I don’t want none”

“Excuse me?”

“Whatever it is you’re sellin’, I don’t want it”

“I’m not a salesman, mister—”

Gray winced as the phone slaain, Kitteridge answered immediately

“Mr Kitteridge,” he said quickly, “don’t hang up I’”

“You think I’m an idiot? Of course you are What is it? In-surance? Hoe “Or ive me last year”

“It’s nothing like that This is about your wife”

“My what?”

“Your wife Dawn Lincoln Kitteridge”

There was a long silence “Who is this?” Kitteridge finally said, so slowly that Gray could feel his suspicion through the phone