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 And I brought home some liquid painkiller. He might need to get it every four
hours or so. Depend on if
the leg s paining him or not.
 All right. Where he going to be sleeping?
With a happy screech, Agway slung Dumpy across the room. Mrs. Soledad hissed
as the motion pulled
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on her head. Dumpy hit the coffee table and knocked a vase down. I managed to
catch it before it rolled
off the table.
 You right, you know, said Mrs. Soledad.
 Pardon?
 You can t thank me enough.
At Lunch Agway licked all the butter off his baked potato before eating the
potato itself. Then I put him
on Dadda s bed for a nap. I sat on the bed and watched him sleep. I would have
to stay with him the first
few nights to keep him from falling out of the bed, and to keep him company.
But he would have to learn
to sleep alone soon. After all, suppose I wanted to have an overnight guest?
My body tingled with the
memories of Gene s skin against mine; of Hector s eyes searching mine.
This room looked like an old man s, not a young boy s. I got a bucket from the
kitchen and loaded it
with Dadda s colognes and creams and medicines from the top of the dresser,
leaving only the dust. I got
a singlet out of the dresser drawer and used it as a dustcloth. Better. I was
halfway to the living room
when I remembered the bucket full of medicines I d left in Dadda s room. I
went back and got it. Threw
them all out. Wasn t making that mistake twice in a lifetime.
I took Dumpy from the living room and put him on top of the dresser. More like
it.
I pulled open Dadda s closet doors. A dry smell drifted out. I dove behind the
hanging clothes, took out
the suitcase Dadda kept in there. I piled all the clothes from the dresser
into it and sat on it till I could get
the zipper closed.  Beg pardon, Dadda, I whispered.  You see that it s in a
good cause though, right?
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Out in the living room, the land line rang. So loud! It could wake Agway. I
got to it on its third ring.
 Hello?
 Cal? That s you?
 Michael? My skin flushed hot. My fingers itched fiercely. Chastity s once
favourite mug, her
blue-and-white cocoa-tea mug to match the broken plate, rolled out from under
the couch.
 Girl, you never answer your cell phone?
 Uh, reception still not too good out here. How you got this number?
 Well. Good to hear from you, too. I heard about your father. Ife called me.
I m so sorry.
 Beg pardon! I was going to phone you. Tomorrow. I just been so busy. I was
going to kill Ifeoma.
 Cal, you don t have to pretend. I know how things stand between you and me.
I couldn t think of anything to say to that.
 Besides, it s hell organizing a funeral. When Orso s sister died last year,
all the details simply
overwhelmed us, you know. Phoning everyone, and the cards to be sent out, and
the flowers. She had
left Orso orders that she wanted a wreath made of pink orchids, and he
couldn t find any anywhere in the
city.
 Mm-hmm, I murmured. Orso. Michael s man. I would never get used to how
affected Michael
sounded now. It s so he used to sound when we were growing up? I couldn t
remember.
 But listen to me rattling on, said Michael.  To tell the truth, I m nervous.
Didn t know if it would be
okay to call you.
 It s good to hear your voice, Mikey. It was, too. That was a surprise.
 How are you? he asked.  It must have been dreadful.
 I guess I m all right. After all, I knew he was going. Was just a matter of
when.
 And, girl, how did you manage out on that lonely little island for so long?
You moving back to Cayaba
now?
 I don t have an apartment there any more. So I m here in Dolorosse.
 My God. But you re selling that old house, aren t you? You re moving back
into the city?
Agway came crawling out of the bedroom, his face puffy with sleep. When he saw
me, he rocked back
onto his behind and sat rubbing his eyes.
 I m probably going to stay here, I told Michael.
He was silent for a second. Then he said,  All right. Now he had on his brisk
 here s what we ll do
now tone.  What kind of shape that house is in?
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 Truth? The outside steps falling down, and the porch feeling sort of rickety.
And there s two broken
windows that Dadda never fixed, just boarded up.
 That settles it, then. I m coming out there.
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 What?
 Michael Jasper Construction is going to get your house back in shape. You
home in the day
tomorrow?
 Yes, but 
 Good. Eleven a.m. do you?
 Michael, I can t just 
 You will be there?
 . . . All right. Yes.
 We ll do a first inspection. Be good to see you again. Ciao, sweetie.
 But. . .
I was talking to a dial tone. I hung up and went to check Agway s diaper.
The touch of chagrin I felt when I heard Michael s voice was still there.
Three no, nearly five years
since I d seen Ifeoma s father.
I slept beside Agway that night. About six next morning, I had a hot flash
that half woke me up. Then I
nearly died of fright when my old red tricycle landed with a crash right
beside the bed. Scared the piss
out of Agway.  It s okay, I said to him.  It s a tricycle. Can you say
 Trike ?
He blinked sleepily at me. I got out of bed. My nightgown was soaked through
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