He slept inside a humidified tent; a waterwheel cranked by a battery and a fan to distribute the vapor ran all night. 'What fuckin' business are you in, _Mister?'_ the young man shouted at Mr. 'Go pick her up,' said someone else. It wasn't necessary, Homer always said, and the women surely didn't _like_ to be shaved.
He could oversee the pool from up there, and he could see the cider house roof; he liked to lie on that bed for hours, just looking out the window. I don't want to get carried away. Even in the rain. The swelling in her face went down after a few days, and her eyes turned from black to a purplish-green to yellow in about a week.
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