When I got outI felt a little more like an actual human being and a little less like atwitching bundle of nerve endings. I was a senior, picking up the Twentieth-Century Britssimply because I had time on my hands that last semester. The man took off his panama hat and mopped hisbrow with a handkerchief. I took it out and combed her hair backfrom her forehead and her temples.
Standing at the front, wearing a guitar and whaling on it as shesang, was Sara Tidwell. Therewas an air conditioner out here, and it worked--I turned it on and thenjust stood in front of it a little while. Beneath it was atrapdoor giving on a triangular storage area created by the slope of theland as it dropped toward the lake. I want to go home.
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