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What Happened to the Soldiers. With Amanda. A Conversation with Dan Miller.
Aren’ttheyhungry?They’resurenotoverthereeatingDristanandStayfreeMini-pads."
"There’sfood,"Isaid."They’realwayssellingfooditemsonspecial.Sometimesit’sanimalcrackers,sometimesit’sthosetoasterpastries,allsortsofthings.Plusthecandyrack."
"Ijustdon’tbelievethey’dstickwithstufflikethatwhenthere’sallkindsofstuffoverhere."
"Whatareyougettingat?"
"WhatI’mgettingatisthatIwanttogetoutbutIdon’twanttobedinnerforsomerefugeefromagrade-Bhorrorpicture.Fourorfiveofuscouldgonextdoorandcheckoutthesituationinthedrugstore.Assortofatrialballoon."
"That’severything?"
"No,there’soneotherthing."
"What’sthat?"
"Her,"Millersaidsimply,andjerkedhisthumbtowardoneofthemiddleaisles."Thatcrazycunt.Thatwitch."
ItwasMrs.Carmodyhehadjerkedhisthumbat.Shewasnolongeralone;twowomenhadjoinedher.FromtheirbrightclothesIguessedtheywereprobablytouristsorsummerpeople,ladieswhohadmaybelefttheirfamiliesto"justrunintotownandgetafewthings"andwerenoweatenupwithworryovertheirhusbandsandkids.Ladieseagertograspatalmostanystraw.MaybeeventheblackcomfortofaMrs.Carmody.
Herpantsuitshoneoutwithitssamebalefulresplendence.Shewastalking,gesturing,herfacehardandgrim.Thetwoladiesintheirbrightclothes(butnotasbrightasMrs.Carmody’spantsuit,no,andhergiganticsatchelofapursewasstilltuckedfirmlyunderonedoughyarm)werelisteningraptly.
