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           Andlater,whentheyknoweachother’snames,they’llwalkfromthedrugstoretogether."

           Shesmiledathim.

           "Thisisallveryneat,butforgiveanoldladyfortyingthingsinneatpackets.It’sasillytrifletoleaveyou.Nowlet’stalkofsomethingelse.Whatshallwetalkabout?Isthereanyplaceintheworldwehaven’ttraveledtoyet?HavewebeentoStockholm?"

           "Yes,it’safinetown."

           "Glasgow?Yes?Wherethen?"

           "WhynotGreenTown,Illinois?"hesaid."Here.Wehaven’treallyvisitedourowntowntogetheratall."

           Shesettledback,asdidhe,andshesaid,"I’lltellyouhowitwas,then,whenIwasonlynineteen,inthistown,alongtimeago..."

           Itwasanightinwinterandshewasskatinglightlyoverapondofwhitemoonice,herimageglidingandwhisperingunderher.Itwasanightinsummerinthistownoffireintheair,inthecheeks,intheheart,youreyesfulloftheglowingandshutting-offcoloroffireflies.ItwasarustlingnightinOctober,andthereshestood,pullingtaffyfromahookinthekitchen,singing,andthereshewas,runningonthemossbytheriver,andswimminginthegranitepitbeyondtownonaspringnight,inthesoftdeepwarmwaters,andnowitwastheFourthofJulywithrocketsslammingtheskyandeveryporchfullofnowred-fire,nowblue-fire,nowwhite-firefaces,hersdazzlingbrightamongthemasthelastrocketdied.

           "Canyouseeallthesethings?"askedHelenLoomis."Canyouseemedoingthemandbeingwiththem?"

           "Yes,"saidWilliamForrester,eyesclosed.