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@@@@@And no rational explanation for what I had known about Tom, either So that was where we left itMy thought as I hung up the phone was No good deed goes unpunished Maybe it was hers, too vi I felt angry and lostThe dank, dreary weather didn't helpI tried to paint and couldn'tI went downstairs, took up one of my sketch-pads, and found myself reduced to the sort of doodles I'd done in my other life while taking phone calls: cartoon shmoos with big earsI was about to toss the pad aside in disgust when the phone rang "Are you coming this afternoon?" he asked "I thought maybe with the rain-" "I planned on creeping down in the carI'm certainly not doing squat hereJust don't plan on Poetry Hour "Bad?" "As bad as I've seen her He took a deep breath and let it out It was like listening to a gust of wind blow through the telephone"Listen, Edgar, I hate to ask this, but could I leave her with you for awhile? Forty-five minutes, topsThe Baumgartens have been having trouble with the sauna - it's the damned heater - and the guy coming out to fix it needs to show me a cut-off switch or something And to sign his work-order, of courseI'd kiss you, but for those sore-raddled lips of yours "Fuck you very much, Wireman "Yeah, everyone loves me, it's my curseShe talked to my friend Tom Riley Considering what the two of them had been up to it felt strange to be calling Tom a friend, but what the hell"I think she took the air out of his suicide