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because I need work. What are we going to live on, your good graces?”
    “I haven’t worked full time like this since before the war.” Jimmy spat. “What am I going to do after you leave?”
    “Plenty of men are coming back now,” Alexander said. “You’ll get someone else. I’m sorry, Jim.”
    Jimmy turned away and started untying the rope from the staysail. “Just great.” He didn’t look at Alexander. “But tell me, who else is going to work like you?”
    That evening, as Alexander was sitting in his chair, showing Anthony how to tie a hitch knot through the marlinspike in his hands while they were waiting for Tatiana to go for their evening walk, there was shouting, and what was unusual this time was that a male voice was participating.
    Tatiana came out.
    “Mama, do you hear? He’s fighting back!”
    “I hear, son.” She exchanged a glance with Alexander. “You two ready?”
    They walked out the gate and started slowly down the road—all of them trying to hear the words instead of just the raised voices.
    “Odd, no?” Alexander said. “The colonel arguing.”
    “Yes,” Tatiana said in the tone of someone who was saying, isn’t it fantastic .
    He glanced puzzled at her.
    They strained to listen. A minute later, the mother came barreling out of the backyard, pushing the wheelchair with Nick in it through the tall grass. She nearly knocked herself and her husband over.
    Thrusting the chair into the front yard, she said, “Here, sit! Happy now? You want to sit here all by yourself in the front so that passersby can gawk at you like you’re an animal in a zoo, go ahead. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about anything.”
    “That much is obvious!” the colonel yelled as she stormed away. He was panting.
    Tatiana and Alexander lowered their heads. Anthony said, “Hi, Nick.”
    “Anthony! Shh.”
    Anthony opened the gate and went in. “Want a cigarette? Mama, come here.”
    She looked at Alexander. “Can I have a cigarette for him?” she whispered.
    But it was Alexander who went to the colonel—his body and face slightly twisted—took out a cigarette from his pack, lit it, and held it to the colonel’s mouth.
    The man inhaled, exhaled, but without his previous fervor with Tatiana. He didn’t speak.
    Tatiana put her hand on Nick’s shoulder. Anthony brought him a stag beetle, a dead wasp, a raw old potato. “Look,” he said, “look at the wasp.”
    Nick looked, but said nothing. The cigarette calmed him down. He had another one.
    “Want a drink, Colonel?” Alexander asked suddenly. “There is a bar down on Main Street.”
    Nick nodded in the direction of the house. “They won’t let me go.”
    “We won’t ask them,” Alexander said. “Imagine their surprise when they come out and find you gone. They’ll think you wheeled yourself down the hill.”
    This made Colonel Nicholas Moore smile. “The image of that is worth all the screeching later. OK, let’s go.”
    Swezey’s was the only bar in Stonington. Children weren’t allowed in bars.
    “I’m going to take Anthony on the swings,” Tatiana said. “You two have fun.”
    Inside Alexander ordered two whiskeys. Holding both glasses, he clinked them, and put the drink to Nick’s mouth. The liquor went in one gulp. “Should we order another one?”
    “You know,” said Nick, “why don’t you order me a whole bottle? I haven’t had a drink since I got hit eighteen months ago. I’ll pay you back.”
    “Don’t worry,” Alexander said, and bought Nick and himself a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. They sat in the corner, smoking and drinking.
    “So what’s the matter with your wife, Colonel?” Alexander asked. “Why is she always so ticked off?”
    They were leaning toward each other, the colonel in a wheelchair, the captain by his side.
    Nick shook his head. “Look at me. Can you blame her? But not to worry—the army is going to get me a round-the-clock nurse soon. She’ll take care of me.”
    They sat.
    “Tell