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Chapter 66

           Therehadbeenafire,evidentlysomeyearsbefore,andtheflatroofhadfallenin.Ilookedintoagardenattherear.Itwasasdryandunkemptanddesertedasthefront.Thebackdoorgapedopen.Thereweresigns,amongthefallenraftersandcharredwalls,thattrampsorVlachgypsieshadlivedthere;thetraceofamorerecentfireonanoldhearth.Iwaitedforaminute,butIsomehowsensedthattherewasnothingtofind.Itwasafalsetrail.Ireturnedtothewaitingyellowtaxi.Thedustfromthedryearthroseinlittleswirlsinthedaybreezeandpowderedthealreadydrableavesofthethinoleanders.TrafficranupanddownSyngrou,theleavesofapalmtreebythegaterustled.Theticketsellerwastalkingtomytaxidriver.HeturnedasIcameout."Zitaskanenan?"Lookingforsomeone?"Whosehouseisthat?"Hewasanunshavenmaninaworngraysuit,adirtywhiteshirtwithoutatie;hisrosaryofamberpatiencebeadsinhishand.Heraisedthem,disclaimingknowledge."Now.Idonotknow.Nobody’s."Ilookedathimfrombehindmydarkglasses.Thensaidoneword."Conchis?"Immediatelyhisfacecleared,asifheunderstoodall."Ah.Iunderstand.YouarelookingforokyriosConchis?""Yeah."Heflungopenhishands."Heisdead.""When?""Four,fiveyears."Heheldupfourfingers;thencuthisthroatandsaid"Kaput."Ilookedpasthimtowherehislongstickoftickets,proppedupagainstthechair,flappedinthewind.Ismiledacidlyathim,speakinginEnglish.

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