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@@@@@Maybe it was crazy, but I thought drawing had played a partIn fact, it was something I sort of knew We talked for awhile, and little by little I could hear that concern going out of her voiceWhat replaced it was unhappinessShe was understanding, I suppose, that this thing was really happening, that her mother and father weren't just going to wake up one morning and take it backBut she promised to call Pam and e-mail Melinda, let them know I was still in the land of the living "Don't you have e-mail there, Dad?" "I do, but tonight you're my e-mail, Cookie 91 She laughed, sniffed, laughed againI thought to ask if she was crying, then thought againBetter not to, maybe "Ilse? I better let you go now, honeyI want to shower off the dayThen she burst out: "I hate to think of you all the way down there in Florida by yourself! Maybe falling on your ass in the shower! It's not right!" "Cookie, I'm fineThe kid - his name's Hurricanes, I thought "His name's Jim Cantori But that was a case of right church, wrong pew "That's not the same, and you know itDo you want me to come?" "Not unless you want your mother to scalp us both bald," I said"What I want is for you to stay right where you are and TCB, darlinBut take care of yourself "Huh?" "Never mind "I still want to hear you promise, Dad 92 For one terrible and surpassingly eerie moment I saw Ilse at eleven, Ilse dressed in a Girl Scout's uniform and looking at me with Monica Goldstein's shocked eyesBefore I could stop the words, I heard myself saying, "Promi