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miles varana (con’t). “I want that very much,” Stacie answered cautiously. Ignoring the coffee cup still in her hand, he leapt up and embraced her. She stood dead limp for a second, dazed, and then put her arms around him. “Let’s go on a trip next week,” he sang, half-choked by tears. “I hear acid’s making a big comeback.” She smiled in spite of herself. He was still such a boy. “Yes, let’s go away.” “We can go anywhere you want. Where do you want to go?” She thought about it. “Wait!” he exclaimed. “I know where! We’ve never been to Montreal. It’s supposed to be beautiful this time of year, and it’s so very European.” He put a snooty French twist on the word European. It was an old joke. “Montreal?” “Montreal, darling! The Ville-Marie! Mount Royal!” Her smile faded. “No, I don’t think so. Somewhere else.” He seemed taken aback. “What about Seattle? I know we’ve been there a million times, but, it’s still so… Underground.” He was so full of words. She knew that wasn’t all he was full of. “It really has a certain grunge essence I’ve been missing, a way of-” “Seattle would be fine.” “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. You just look pale. We’d better get you to a doctor.” After Stacie bandaged his knees, they walked hand in hand to the bus stop. Across the street from the bench where they waited, a group of carpenters were busy at work remodeling the front porch of an expensive-looking bungalow. While Jeffrey dozed on her shoulder, she watched the men work. The oldest - the one that seemed to be in charge - had a handsome face hardened by years of work in the sun. He gave orders for planks to be set here, for plaster to applied here, for the sander to be used carefully here, like so. He gestured animatedly as he talked. As he worked, his thigh muscles strained against the denim of his jeans. When he saw her looking at him, he grinned and waved. She wondered what kind of person he was.

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