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Further Discussion. Mrs. Carmody. Fortifications. What Happened to the Flat- Earth Society.
"Well,whatareyousaying?Whatareyouproposing?"MikeHadenbrokeinimpatiently.Hewasatownselectman,althoughhedidn’tlookthepartnow,inhisyachtsman’scapandsaggy-seatedBermudas.Hewassippingatabeer;agreatmanymenweredoingitnow.BudBrownhadgivenupprotesting,buthewasindeedtakingnames-keepingaroughtaboneveryonehecould.
"Proposing?"Mrs.Carmodyechoed,wheelingtowardHaden."Proposing?Why,IamproposingthatyoupreparetomeetyourGod,MichaelHaden."Shegazedaroundatallofus."PreparetomeetyourGod!"
"Preparetomeetshit,"MyronLaFleursaidinadrunkensnarlfromthebeercooler."Oldwoman,Ibelieveyourtonguemustbehunginthemiddlesoitcanrunonbothends."
Therewasarumbleofagreement.Billylookedaroundnervously,andIslippedanarmaroundhisshoulders.
"I’llhavemysay!"shecried.Herupperlipcurledback,revealingsnaggleteeththatwereyellowwithnicotine.Ithoughtofthedustystuffedanimalsinhershop,drinkingeternallyatthemirrorthatservedastheircreek."Doubterswilldoubttotheend!Yetamonstrositydiddragthatpoorboyaway!Thingsinthemist!Everyabominationoutofabaddream!Eyelessfreaks!Pallidhorrors!Doyoudoubt?Thengoonout!Goonoutandsayhowdy-do!"
"Mrs.Carmody,you’llhavetostop,"Isaid."You’rescaringmyboy."
Themanwiththelittlegirlechoedthesentiment.She,allplumplegsandscabbyknees,hadhiddenherfaceagainstherfather’sstomachandputherhandsoverhercars.
