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Timmy’s. He’s been working for me for nearly a year. I don’t see how I can give you a job. There just isn’t enough coming in. I couldn’t swing it.”
    “I don’t want a job, Mr. Warden.”
    He kept smiling. His eyes were funny. I had the feeling that he was either very drunk or out of his head. “Maybe something nice out of the store? We still have some nice things. I could unlock the gun rack for you. Need a nice over and under, with gold inlay, French walnut stock? On the house.”
    “No thanks. I don’t understand, Mr. Warden. I knew Timmy and I thought maybe it would be the right thing to do to just stop in and chat.”
    “Sure. But you went out to the yard first.”
    “Yes. I went out there because I put my car in a garage here and I told the man I’d known Timmy in prison camp. He said there was another man here who’d been in the same place. Earl Fitzmartin. So I went out there and saw him. Then I came here. I could have come here first and then gone out there. I don’t know why you think you have to give me a job or a gun or anything.”
    He looked at me and then bent over and picked up the bottle again. He put some in both glasses. “Okay,” he said. “So it’s just like that. Pay no attention to me. Hardly anybody does any more. Except Fitz. He’s a good worker. The yard makes a little money. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, I guess it is.”
    It wasn’t anything like the conversation I had expected. He was a strange man. He seemed defeated and yet amused, as though amused at his own defeat.
    “Timmy talked a lot about Hillston,” I said.
    “I guess he did. He lived here most of his life.”
    Though I didn’t feel right about it, I took the plunge. “We had a lot of time to talk. They made us go to lectures and read propaganda and write reports on what we read, but the rest of the time we talked. I feel as though I know Hillston pretty well. Even know the girls he used to go with. Ruth Stamm. Janice Currier. Cindy somebody.”
    “Sure,” he said softly, half smiling. “Ruthie Stamm. And it was Judith not Janice Currier. Those were two of them. Nice girls. But the last couple of years before he went away he stopped running around so much. Stuck closer to the business. Lots of nights he’d work on the books. He was getting almost too serious to suit me.”
    “Wasn’t there one named Cindy?”
    He frowned and thought and shook his head. “No Cindy I know of. Either of those other two would have made him a good wife. Ruthie is still around town, still single. Judy got married and moved away. El Paso, I think. Either one of them would have made him a better wife than the one I got stuck with. Eloise. He talk about her?”
    “He mentioned her a few times.”
    “She’s gone.”
    “I know. Fitz told me.”
    “Lovely little Eloise. Two-faced bitch. While you’re around, stop in again any time. We’ll have a nice little chat. I’m usually here. Hell, I used to have a lot of other things to do. Zoning board. Chamber of Commerce. Rotary. Always on the run. Always busy. Now I have a lot of time. All the time in the world.”
    I was dismissed. I walked back through the narrow store to the street door. The clerk leaned against one of the counters near the front, picking his teeth with a match. It felt good to get back out into the sunlight. The cheap liquor had left a bad taste in my mouth. It was too early to go after the car. I went into the nearest bar I could find and ordered an ale. It was a dark place, full of brown and violet shadows, with deer antlers on the walland some dusty mounted fish. Two elderly men played checkers at a corner table. The bartender was a dwarf. The floor was built up behind the bar to bring him up to the right height.
    I sipped the ale and thought about Fitz, about my own unexpectedly violent reaction that had been made ludicrous by his superior strength. I had not thought that I cared enough. It was a long time since camp. But he had brought