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The blood that was dried on the blade, all the way up to the handle, was— for certain— some ofthe same that had been, until recently, billeted in the carotid artery of that old man. And she had bled to death in the office, so the senior partners and my co-workers could see the enormityof my failure to save her from her past. Three blocks North, three blocks West, three blocks South. And what a find you were.

“I want a Coke,” I said toPaul Robbins. The phone rang. So there was a finagle here somewhere; he didn’t know just where, butas thief to thief, he was delighted with the dealing. ”THE ESSENTIAL ELLISON 695 A couple of teen-agers had come in.