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cameras and God knew what else。 Or so I had heard； I'd never actually seen it； although the Old Shaymore Road runs along the eastern side of the government land for a mile or so。
No one knew for sure where the name Arrowhead Project came from and no one could tell you for one hundred percent sure that that really was the name of the project…if there was a project。 Bill Giosti said there was； but when you asked him how and where he came by his information； he got vague。 His niece； he said； worked for
the Continental Phone pany； and she had heard things。 it got like that。
〃Atomic things；〃 Bill said that day； leaning in the Scout's window and blowing a healthy draught of Pabst into my face。 〃That's what they're fooling around with up there。 Shooting atoms into the air and all that。〃
〃Mr。 Giosti； the air's full of atoms；〃 Billy had said。 〃That's what Mrs。 Neary says。 Mrs。 Neary says everything's full of atoms。〃
Bill Giosti gave my son Bill a long； bloodshot glance that finally deflated him。 〃These are different atoms； Son。〃
〃Oh； yeah；〃 Billy muttered； giving in。
Dick Muehler； our insurance agent； said the Arrowhead Project was an agricultural station the government was running； no more or less。 〃Bigger tomatoes with a longer growing season；〃 Dick said sagely； and then went back to showing me how I could help my family most efficiently by dying young。 Janine Lawless； our postlady； said it was a geological survey having something to do with shale oil。 She knew for a fact； because her husband's brother worked for a man who had
Mrs。 Carmody； now 。。。 she probably leaned more to Bill Giosti's view of the matter。 Not just atoms； but different atoms。
I cut two more chunks off the big tree and dropped them over the side before Billy came back with a fresh beer in one hand and a note from Steff in the other。 If there's anything Big Bill likes to do more than run messages； I don't know what it could be。
〃Thanks；〃 I said； taking them both。
〃Can I have a swallow？〃
〃Just one。 You took two last time。 Can't have you running around drunk at ten in the morning。〃
〃Quarter past；〃 he said； and smiled shyly over the top of the can。 I smiled back…not that it was such a great joke； you know； but Billy makes them so rarely…and then read the note。
〃Got JBQ on the radio；〃 Steffy had written。 〃Don't get drunk before you go to town。 You can have one more； but that's it before lunch。 Do you think you can get up our road okay？〃
I handed him the note back and took my beer。 〃Tell her the road's okay because a power truck just went by。 They'll be working their way up here。〃
〃Okay。〃
〃Champ
〃What； Dad？〃
〃Tell her everything's okay。〃
He smiled again； maybe telling himself first。 〃Okay。〃
He ran back and I watched him go； legs pumping； soles of his zori showing。 I love him。 It's his face and sometimes the way his eyes turn up to mine that make me feel as if things are really okay。 It's a lie； of course…things are not okay and never have been…but my kid makes me believe the lie。
I drank some beer； set the can down carefully on a rock； and got the chainsaw going again。 About twenty minutes later I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned； expecting to see Billy again。 Instead it was Brent Norton。 I turned off the chainsaw。
He didn't look the way Norton usually looks。 He looked hot and tired and unhappy and a little bewildered。
〃Hi； Brent；〃 I said。 Our last words had been hard ones； and I was a little unsure how to proceed。 I had a funny feeling that he had been standing behind me for the last five minutes or so； clearing his throat decorously under the chainsaw's aggressive roar。 I hadn't gotten a really good look at him this summer。 He had lost weight； but it didn't look good。 It should have； because he had been carrying around an extra twenty pounds； but it didn't。 His wife had died the previous November。 Cancer。 Aggie Bibber told Steffy that。 Aggie was our resident necrologist。 Every neighborhood has one。 From the casual way Norton had of ragging his wife and belittling her （doing it with the contemptuous ease of a veteran matador inserting banderillas in an old bull's lumbering body）； I would have guessed he'd be glad to have her gone。 If asked； I might even have speculated that he'd show up this summer with a girl twenty years younger than he was on his arm and a silly my…cock…has…died…and…gone…to…heaven grin on his face。 But instead of the silly grin there was only a new batch of age lines； and the weight had e off in all the wrong places； leaving sags and folds and dewlaps that told their own story。 For one passing moment I wanted only to lead Norton to a patch of sun and sit him beside one of the fallen trees with my can of beer in his hand； and do a charcoal sketch of him。
〃Hi； Dave；〃 he said； after a long moment of awkward silence … a silence that was made even louder by the absence of the chainsaw's racket and roar。 He stopped； then blurted： 〃That tree。 That damn tree。 I'm sorry。 You were right。〃
I shrugged。
He said； 〃Another tree fell on my car。〃
〃I'm sorry to h…〃 I began； and then a horrid suspicion dawned。 〃It wasn't the T…Bird； was it？〃
〃Yeah。 It was。〃
Norton had a 1960 Thunderbird in mint condition； only thirty thousand miles。 It was a deep midnight blue inside and out。 He drove it only summers； and then only rarely。 He loved that Bird the way some men love electric trains or model ships or target…shooting pistols。
〃That's a bitch；〃 I said； and meant it。
He shook his head slowly。 〃I almost didn't bring it up。 Almost brought the station wagon； you know。 Then I said what the hell； I drove it up and a big old rotten pine fell on it。 The roof of it's all bashed in。 And I thought I'd cut it up 。。。 the tree； I mean 。。。 but I can't get my chainsaw to fire up 。。。 I paid two hundred dollars for that sucker 。。。 and 。。。 and 。。。 〃
His throat began to emit little clicking sounds。 His mouth worked as if he were toothless and chewing dates。 For one helpless second I thought he was going to stand there and bawl like a kid on a sandlot。 Then he got himself under some halfway kind of control； shrugged； and turned away as if to look at the chunks of wood I had cut up。
〃Well； we can look at your saw；〃 I said。 〃Your T…Bird insured ？〃
〃Yeah；〃 he said； 〃like your boathouse。〃
I saw what he meant； and remembered again what Steff had said about insurance。
〃Listen； Dave； I wondered if I could borrow your Saab and take a run up to town。 I thought I'd get some bread and cold cuts and beer。 A lot of beer。〃
〃Billy and I are going up in the Scout；〃 I said。 〃e with us if you want。 That is； if you'll give me a hand dragging the rest of this tree off to one side。〃
〃Happy to。〃
He grabbed one end but couldn't quite lift it up。 I had to do most of the work。 Between the two of us we were able to tumble it into the underbrush。 Norton was puffing and panting； his cheeks nearly purple。 After all the yanking he had done on that chainsaw starter pull； I was a little worried about his ticker。
〃Okay？〃 I asked； and he nodded； still breathing fast。 〃e on back to the house； then； I can fix you up with a beer。 〃
〃Thank you；〃 he said。 〃How is Stephanie？〃 He was regaining some of the