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My question was whether or not I couldIt was
harder than snapping your fingers; even than
snapping the fingers of a hand that wasn't there
A wave surged in, one big enough to knock me down
For a moment I was under, and breathing waterI
came up splutteringThe backrun tried to pull me
out with the sand and shellsI pushed shoreward
with my good foot, even kicking feebly with my bad
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one, and managed to get some purchaseI might be
confused about some things, but I didn't want to
drown in the Gulf of MexicoI wasn't confused
about thatI crawled out of the water with my
hair hanging in my eyes, spitting and coughing,
dragging my right leg behind me like so louis vuitton hangbags much
soaked luggage
When I finally got to dry sand, I rolled over and
stared up into the skyA fat crescent moon sailed
the deepening velvet above Big Pink's roofpeakIt
looked very serene up thereDown here was a man
who felt the opposite of serene: shaking and sad
and angryI turned my head to look at the stump
of my arm, then up at the moon again
"No more peeking," I said"The new deal starts
tonightNo more peeking and no more experimentsBut as I've said (and Wireman was
there before me), we fool ourselves so much we
could do it for a living
5 - Wireman
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The first time Wireman and I actually met he
laughed so hard he broke the chair he was sitting
in, and I laughed so watch replicas cartier hard I almost fainted - did
in fact go into that half-swooning state that's
called "a gray-out That was the last thing I
would have expected a day after finding out that
Tom Riley was having an affair with my ex-wife
(not that my evidence would have stood up in any
court of law), but it was an augury of things to
comeIt wasn't the only time we laughed together
Wireman was many things to me - not least of all
my fate - but most of all, he was my friend
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"So," he said, when I finally reached his table
with the striped umbrella shading it and the empty
chair across from his own"The limping stranger
arriveth, bearing a bread-bag filled with shells
Sit down, limping knock off tiffany jewelry strangerThat
glass has been waiting for some days now
I put my plastic bag - it was indeed a bread-bag -
on the table and reached across to him
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His hand was short, the fingers blunt, the grip
strongI go by Wireman, mostly
I looked at the beach chair meant for meIt was
the kind with a high back and a low fanny-sling,
like the bucket seat in a Porsche
"Something wrong with that, muchacho?" Wireman
asked, raising an eyebrowHe had a lot of eyebrow
to raise, tufted and half-gray
"Not as long as you don't laugh when I have to get
out of it," I said"Honey, live like you got to live
Chuck Berry, nineteen sixty-nine
I positioned myself beside the empty chair, said a
little omega planet ocean watches prayer, and droppedI leaned left as
always, to spare my bad hipI didn't land quite
square, but I grabbed the wooden arms, pushed with
my strong foot, and the chair only teeteredA
month before I would have spilled, but I was
stronger nowI could imagine Kathi Green
applauding
"Good job, Edgar," he said"Or are you an Eddie?"
"Pick your poison, I answer to eitherWhat might
you have in that pitcher?"
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"Iced green tea," he saidTry
some?"
"I'd love to
He poured me a glass, then topped up his own and
raised itThe tea was only faintly greenHis
eyes, caught in fine nets of wrinkles, were
greenerHis hair was black, streaking in white at
the temples, and quite long denim chanel bag inde
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