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in the street or yards. Nobody was mowing grass. Even Hedda was missing from the chair on her front porch where she always planted herself after dinner to watch whatever might be going on within eye range.
        Marty shut the drapes, then took off her blouse. As she took off her bra and panties, she thought about Dan.
         Don’t wear any. Give him a big surprise.
         Sure thing. No way.
        She put on a fresh pair of panties and a new bra. Then she put on a fresh white blouse and a bright yellow skirt that Dan liked.
         Cause it’s so short.
         He’d have me bare-ass naked if I’d let him.
         I must be nuts, she thought as she picked up the phone beside her bed and tapped in Dan’s number.
         I’m not nuts, she told herself. Everything was fine till last night. Everything was great.
         Mostly.
        After the fourth ring, his answering machine picked up. The sound of his voice almost made her start crying again.
        She waited for the beep, then said, ‘Hi. It’s me. Are you there? Anyway, I’m sorry about… everything. I don’t want to lose you over a thing like this. Okay? Anyway, I’m alone and I was thinking maybe you could come over. But I guess you’re not home? Anyway… give me a call or something. Bye.’ She hung up.
         Where are you?
        She went down the hall to the bathroom. Grimacing at herself in the mirror, she muttered, ‘You really blew it, champ. Congratulations.’
        She washed her face and brushed her hair, then headed downstairs. On the kitchen table was a note:
        
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        Dear,
        We’re off for the Bransons. Won’t be home till late. If you go off somewhere, be sure and leave a note.
        Love,
        Mom
        
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        Marty went to the sink. Empty. The counter, too. Someone had finished the dishes for her and put them away.
        She checked the kitchen door to make sure it was locked. Then she made a tour of the house. The front door was locked. She crossed the living room and checked the sliding glass door to the back yard. When she pulled, it rumbled open. No real surprise; the thing was a devil to get locked.
        She pushed it with all her strength and pressed the metal switch. Then she tugged again at the handle. The door stayed shut.
        After making sure the rest of the house was secure, she returned to the living room. She sat on the sofa, picked up the TV remote, and thumbed the power button.
        The television stayed dark.
        ‘Great,’ she muttered.
        She tried a few other buttons, in case someone had pushed something by mistake. But they didn’t help.
        Putting down the remote, she got to her feet and stepped over to the television. She braced herself against the walnut top of the console, bent over, and peered down behind it.
        The power cord was unplugged.
        ‘Huh?’
         How the hell could that happen?
        Marty stretched herself across the top of the set and reached down for the cord.
        A hand grabbed her between the legs.
        

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        With his one good eye, Homer Stigg saw a girl up ahead. Seemed funny, a young gal like that walking south this time of the evening. Next town, Mawkeetaw, was a good twenty miles. Not so much as a gas station till then. Nothing but road and forest.
        Well, he was heading for Mawkeetaw.
        His insides seemed to twist up and quiver.
         No, best leave it alone.
        Such a pretty young thing. Those legs. That golden hair hanging way down her back. And that dress. That dress wasn’t decent. Those colors, though.
        Homer had never seen one so shiny and bright. It put him in mind of Joseph’s coat of many colors.
        Oh, now she was turning around, looking straight at him.
        Her face so sweet and lovely. Her dress sticking to her in front. Plain as the nose on your face, she