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"No more messages," the phone robot said"The
message tape is full
I stood staring down at the machine, thought of
erasing the tape, then decided to save it and play
it for WiremanI undressed, brushed my teeth, and
went to bedI lay in the dark, feeling the soft
throb of my head, while below me the shells
whispered the last thing she'd said over and over:
My father was a skin diver
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Things slowed down for awhileSometimes that
happensThe pot boils, and then, just before it
can boil over, some hand - God, fate, maybe plain
coincidence - lowers the heatI mentioned this
once to Wireman and he said life is like Friday on
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a soap operaIt gives you the illusion that
everything is going to wrap up, and then the same
old shit starts up on Monday
I thought he'd go with me to see a doctor and we'd
find out what was wrong with himI thought he'd
tell me why he'd shot himself in the head and how
a man survives that sort of thingThe answer
seemed to be, "With seizures and a lot of trouble
reading the fine print Maybe he'd even be able
to tell me why his employer had a bee in her
bonnet about keeping Ilse off the islandAnd the
capper: I'd decide on what came next in the life
of Edgar Freemantle, the Great American Primitive
None of those things actually happened, at least
for awhileLife does produce changes, and the end
results are sometimes explosive, but in soap
operas and in real life, big bangs often have a
long fuse
Wireman did agree to go see a doctor with me and
"get his head examined," but not until March
February was too busy, he saidWinter residents -
what Wireman called "the monthlies," as if they
were menstrual periods instead of tenants - would
start moving into all the Eastlake properties the
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coming weekendThe first snowbirds to arrive
would be the ones Wireman liked leastThese were
the Godfreys from Rhode Island, known to Wireman
(and hence to me) as Joe and Rita Mean DogThey
came for ten weeks every winter and stayed in the
house closest to the Eastlake estateThe signs
warning of their Rotties and their Pit Bull were
out; Ilse and I had seen themWireman said Joe
Mean Dog was an ex-Green Beret, in a tone of voice
which seemed to indicate that explained everyth
