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They met one summer day through the high chain-link fence between their back yards.

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His yard was just plain brown dirt. He was only sixty but looked far older. Vitiligo had stripped his brittle hair of its color, made his face seem riddled with fat freckles. The girl was pretty, sturdy, in her early thirties. She had been living next door to the man for Horny Red Lodge lake Red Lodge months already.

He had just been waiting for the proper moment to introduce himself. Jeb laughed again and sighed and looked at her through the fence. His strange, spotted face and bulbous nose made the girl look away. White strands of loose Are there any honest women left in the world hung down from her jean shorts and fluttered around her thighs.

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He was glad, he told the girl, to have a new neighbor, and relieved that the property was being cared for after so long.

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The previous owners Women seeking hot sex Granville South the house had ripped out its walls, banged around all day, left busted garbage bags of broken plaster on the curb, chalking up the blacktop. The bank had taken it over in a terrible state of disrepair, then sold it to the girl for next to nothing.

But he already knew that the boy was gone. In the past few weeks, Jeb had watched the boy and the girl through the letf of brown paper covering their den windows. She looked down at the ground, hid her toes behind a tall tuft of crabgrass. He placed his other hand over his heart and let his strange, sagging mandible soften into a deep frown.

Poor dear. She made fists of honets hands, then spread her fingers out like bombs exploding. That was one way he knew to affect women—to seem overcome by his own unruly emotions, and then to apologize for them.

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Despite being pretty and soft of flesh, she had something harsh about her, Jeb thought. Something crude. She was assessing him, he knew.

He corrected his slumped posture. He held up his palms side by side in front of him. Have a cup of coffee with your old next-door neighbor.

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She looked snooty. She looked distrustful. Too long. When he smiled he exposed the deep rot of his clawlike teeth.

They were nearly black along the gums. He put out his hand to mime a handshake through the chain link.

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The girl sniggered. Jeb met the tip of it with his.

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There were fires in a national park, a flood in India, a spree of robberies across the river. Poor people and immigrants liked the President. A storm was coming. High winds, they warned. Keep your pets safe inside.

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Jeb took for himself only one strip of bacon, one dry piece of toast. The nephew ate a forkful of eggs. His face was thin and bearded. He wore a small gold hoop in one ear. Head to toe. Looks a bit like Lou Ann. Comes with baggage, of course, as they all do.

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The girl was late in returning a book and the fee was multiplying day by day.

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When the girl answered, Jeb ducked back into the house to watch the scene through his living-room window.

She wore her frayed denim shorts and a black T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. The nephew stood agog for a moment, then handed her the letter. As they spoke, the girl flapped the letter in her hand. She dug her finger under the seal of the envelope, failing to notice that it had been opened and reglued by Jeb. The nephew looked expectant, scratched his ear, put his hands in and out of his pockets.

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The girl shrugged and flipped her hair and smiled. Finally he backed down off her front steps. The girl waved the letter, then shut the door.

Jeb watched her silhouette through her papered windows. He kneaded his shoulder with his hand. It was all gristle and sinew. He peeled a soft brown banana.

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