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ay thatbut it ain’t his nursery no more. It’s Mr.
Antree’s now.”
“I thought it was the city that bought it” Robert saidmore puzzled than
suspicious.
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“Whoever owns itMr. Antree be the one responsible for itand he don’t
want nobody trespassing.”
“Forgive us our trespasses” the old man said. “As we forgive those who
trespass against us.”
“See?” Leon said. “His mind nothing but mush.” He took the old man by
the shouldersturned him aroundand gave him a shove toward the street.
“Get going nowhear?”
“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures” the man said. He stumbled
as he turned down Pettigrew Street.
“That’s all for todayCaptain” Leon said.
As Robert drove away he saw Leon in his rearview mirrorf sts on hipsa
f erce angel guarding vacant ground.
It was the spring of 1964. The of ce had hit its Friday afternoon stride
windows open to the late March aircool f owering smells replacing stale
cigarette smoke. Conversation had fallen ofand the room was quiet except
for the hum of the fansthe zip of parallel barsthe slap of plastic trianglesthe
pop of the suction cup on the base of a lead pointer. When Maurice started
hummingRobert wasn’t consciously awa [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
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