2004

DEADBEAT PAYING JOB • chapter 1

 

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dec
26

I have this knack for getting in trouble, usually by doing nothing, and to prove it, I'm sitting here doing nothing. The little girl next door thinks I'm a child molester, so she sits in her front window baiting me when I come home. I waved to her. Years ago, she wouldn't have waved back, though today she did, hesitatingly at first, only after I ran a little energy up the left side of my spine to give her a life-affirming jolt. One day she won't be a child anymore, though she'll probably still believe I'm a child molester ... just like her mother.

"Ruby! Ruby!" her mother used to call, "Where are you?"

I'd hear them on the other side of my wall, across the small fence that separates the properties, and into their yard, where Ruby would sometimes hang out in a tree, silently, she believed, like a cat, watching me in my back yard. You can always hear the silence of a child.

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