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He grabbed the bowl of stones holding it under cold running water. “These are good hot cakes,” said the old lady. “If you think I’m about to baby-sit your mama while you cruise up the coast to kill deer.” She pulled off the dish towel flinging it. “In case you forgot we have a situation. We have to rebuild or sell off as a vacant lot. That’s gonna take time. Whose time, Ray?” She was up, and in his face. “Honey, it’s just a little vacation. Not even a vacation. A few days and I’m back before you even realize.” “Oh, I realize.” Dripping syrup on the vinyl tablecloth, the old lady asked for another napkin. Luanne just stood there still as her stones. “Use one from the napkin holder, Mama.” “Thank you, Son.” She dabbed the drips smearing them. “Not like that,” he said rushing in. Luanne yanked off the do-rag, hair tumbling to her shoulders. “This ain’t gonna happen.” He shut off the sink tap drying the stones one by one. Then placed them back in the bowl. “It’s a miracle they weren’t scorched.” He sat at the table tilting the chair back. “Watch it, Son, you could get hurt.” It made him uneasy when Luanne grinned. She fingered the crystals, holding up a purplish one formed like a bullet. “All right, then. You and your mama go to Bucks County Pennsylvania. Snag a bunch of deer. Go visit your daddy’s grave. Have a ball.” He brought the chair back down. “How can I take Mama all the way to Pennsylvania? What about bathroom stops?” 122

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