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the four nights that I avoided the hatch behind my house.
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because I knew that would take her power away. Narciss 20
and I went to see the remastered version of Orson Welles’s 21
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drove her home. She asked me to come in, but I said no.
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“Don’t you like me?” she asked with excruciating honesty.
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all my power to concentrate.”
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“An examination. A test that Mr. Dent is giving me.”
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“What kind of test?”
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“Just to see what I know, what I can do.”
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took her to the fanciest restaurant we knew, the Captain’s 6
Table in Amagansett. I told her up front that I was going 7
home alone, and she proceeded to spend the rest of the 8
night being all sexy and seductive. Every move of her 9
shoulders set my heart to thrumming.
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her that I had to get home, that I had an important meet-12
ing the next day. And that was no lie.
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Every night I sat up late with my ancestors. Leonard, 14
the geeky-looking one, JoJo, the warrior, and Singer, the 15
mask with his lips set into an O. I named them and 16
thought about them. I had made up their characters and 17
histories, but they were real to me.
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the first songs. He was from the Congo, I believed, and 20
not related to Leonard, who dealt in slaves, or JoJo, who 21
protected Leonard even though he knew what his brother 22
did was wrong.
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me that death was nothing to fear. Leonard suggested that 25
I get the money while I still had the man locked away and 26
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chanting. I learned the most from him.
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known it, so I was blissful in my ignorance. Everything 2
began to fall apart when I started talking to Anniston Ben-3
net . . . No. Before Bennet and I started our talks on evil, 4
when I started cleaning out my cellar . . . Or maybe it went 5
all the way back to Uncle Brent or before him to when my 6
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and-blue tie to go see Bennet. His beard was filling in and 11
his dark eyes were intense. It took him a full five minutes 12
to get used to the light. He had lost weight, and from the 13
smell of the room, I thought he might have had an intes-14
tinal disorder.
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felt, but his. He could walk free at any time or answer my 17
questions and eat steak.
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“Mr. Bennet,” I said.
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“Are you ready to answer my questions?”
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“Don’t you mean am I ready to go home?”
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“Not before you answer my questions.”
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certain.
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blow a jetliner out of the sky. A dream could destroy Phila-2
delphia. A disagreement could throw western Africa into 3
famine for five years. You see it every day on TV, but no one 4
listens. People like me move around, but no one knows our 5
names.”
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through the valley of death.”
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might do?”
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“There’s nothing I can do. Nothing.”
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“I don’t understand. If you feel like you don’t make a 13
difference, then why torture yourself ?”
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leave me in the dark again, Charles. Give me a couple of 16
days with some food and light.”
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“All you have to do is answer my question, Mr. Bennet.”
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“Give me a couple of days.”
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“Could that baby ask you that?”
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ployee. Somehow I felt that he was still calling the shots, 22
that he was making up his own mind to starve in darkness 23
four days more. He was tortured behind those black eyes, 24
under that scorched head. I was the tool of his penance.
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we were having. I didn’t want to be another one of his 2
slaves. I was foolish enough to believe that I could take his 3
money and keep my freedom.
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a lady three out of four nights. The first day I went fishing 8
and didn’t catch a thing. The next day I saw Clarance and 9
Ricky together for the first time in months. I picked them 10
up in my car and treated them to drinks at the American 11
Hotel in Sag Harbor. We sat in the front room talking about 12
old times and drinking port. Clarance smoked a cigar.
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middle of our talk.
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you. You don’t have a job, but you’re still in your house 18
and goin’ out buyin’ port. Somebody said that they saw 19
you at Curry’s in East Hampton. One guy saw you hitch-20
hiking down the road to Southampton.”
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“I don’t know, Clarance,” I said. “Things are changing.
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to change that if I could.”
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dark. I bought the pie, which was edged in chocolate, at a 3
roadside bakery stand that my mother used to frequent. It 4
was a beautiful pie. The pecans crowded the surface and 5
the crust rose like a collar, leaving ample room for the 6
chocolate edge.
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got home I carried it across the street to Miss Littleneck.
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gift of giving with her sister, Chastity.
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unlivable, I thought. Irene led me up a flight of narrow 13
stairs to a room where the scent of death hovered like in-14
cense. In the small bed lay a woman, once black and now 15
gray, the size of a child and wearing a curly brown wig.
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move. But I knew from the jittering finger of her left 18
hand on top of the blanket that she was still among the 19
living, at least for a little bit and a while.
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Irene Littleneck said. “He brought us your favorite pie. And 22
he didn’t even know that you liked it. Did you, Charles?”
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“Isn’t that nice?” Irene asked her sister.
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The dying woman’s fingers got a little more agitated.
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closed eyes. “He’s a godsend, don’t you think?”
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turned to me and said, “We better let her get some rest.
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customed to the light. Only half a loaf of bread had been 14
eaten and he was unwashed. If I had not just seen Chastity 15
Littleneck, I might have broken down right then.
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“Why do you torture me?” he asked.
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in my brain passes. Until the itch in my heart goes away.”
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believe him. Anytime he showed weakness I thought it was 23
a trap.
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open. Did you know how far a woman would go to save 2
her babies from starvation?”
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“Say what?” I asked.
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was a rich man somewhere on the Mediterranean who 7
wanted to experiment on a child. A thousand miles south 8
of him, there was a political campaign of famine being 9
waged. And among the population there were many 10
mothers who would have jumped at the offer of feeding 11
the rest of her family at the cost of one son. I was just a 12
conduit, a wire making the circuit. If one child had not 13
died, the whole family would have perished.”
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“You could have saved them all,” I said.
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ligations. The rich man I aided gave me power that some 18
presidents wouldn’t have understood.”
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heartless. For the next three days, I fed Bennet porridge, 15
bananas, and other soft foods that would strengthen him.
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company. We played chess (which he always won) and 18
talked about stock investments that I should consider.
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He got back some of his color and gained a pound or two.
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One afternoon I went to an electronics store and 21
bought a long-play tape recorder that was small enough 22
to strap to my back. The tape had a two-hour capacity 23
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recorder running, “let’s go over everything you’ve done.”
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“Why do you want this?” he asked.
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my life. You know everything about my crimes and misde-4
meanors. You tell me that my cellar is your prison. Well all 5
right, fine, what are you in here for? What have you done?”
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He smiled slightly. That’s how it began.
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basement. I keep it hidden behind a stone in the wall.
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robbed Peter to kill Paul. He was at the center of much 11
suffering that I never even knew existed.
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