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Chapter 70

           Onelegoftherattanpokedthroughthewindshieldandstuckout,pointingatthesky.Thedoorstillwouldn’tclose.Itwasn’tevenclose.ItriedtopushthelegofthechairfurtherthroughthewindshieldsothatIcouldclosethedoor.Itwouldn’tbudge.Thechairwasjammedintight.Itriedtopullitout.Itwouldn’tmove.DesperatelyIpulledandpushed,pulledandpushed.Ifthepolicecame,Iwasfinished.AftersometimeIwearied.Iclimbedinthedriver’sside.Therewerenoparkingspacesinthestreet.Idrovethecardowntothepizzaparlorparkinglot,theopendoorswingingbackandforth.Ileftittherewiththedooropen,theceilinglighton.(Theceilinglightwouldn’tshutoff.)Thewindshieldwassmashed,thechairlegpokingoutintothemoonlight.Thewholescenewasindecent,mad.Itsmackedofmurderandassassination.Mybeautifulcar.

           Iwalkeddownthestreetandbacktomyplace.IpouredanothervodkaandwaterandphonedTammie.

           "Look,baby,I’minajam.I’vegotyourchairstuckthroughmywindshieldandIcan’tgetitoutandIcan’tgetitinandthedoorwon’tclose.Thewindshieldissmashed.WhatcanIdo?Helpme,forChrist’ssake!"

           "You’llthinkofsomething,Hank."

           Shehungup.

           Idialedagain."Baby..."

           Shehungup.Thennextthephonewasoffthehook:bzzzz,bzzzzzz,bzzzz...

           Istretchedoutonthebed.Thephonerang.

           "Tammie..."

           "Hank,thisisValerie.Ijustcamehome

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