wilby snippet; away
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schmericaDan had made sure to clean up all his loose ends before he killed himself. No house, no job, no wife. When he was out of the hospital, there was nothing left tying him down to Wilby Island.
He said he needed to be somewhere else, some place anonymous, maybe. Some place not Wilby, at least. He told Duck he'd write. Duck got five postcards and two short letters, starting from around Toronto and moving out west. Two were from America. When the Christmas card came, it was postmarked Maine. Duck put it on the fridge with a magnet.
Dan came back to the island two weeks into the new year. Duck heard it first when he stopped at Iggy's for coffee in the morning, overhearing the folks there gossip and clucking like old fat hens. He heard it again when he stopped at Mrs. Anderson's house to pick up the check she owed him, and then again at the grocery store when he was buying milk and eggs and bread.
After he put his purchases away at home, he got back into the truck and went down to the motel. Dan had sold his car; Duck didn't know which one of these was his now. He was staring ahead at the doors, wondering which room he was in, when there was a knock on the passenger window. When Duck looked over at him, Dan caught his eye for a second, then opened the door and climbed into the truck to sit beside him.
"You're back," Duck said, his voice coming out rough.
Dan picked up his hand and held it gently between both of his own. "I guess I am," he said.
He said he needed to be somewhere else, some place anonymous, maybe. Some place not Wilby, at least. He told Duck he'd write. Duck got five postcards and two short letters, starting from around Toronto and moving out west. Two were from America. When the Christmas card came, it was postmarked Maine. Duck put it on the fridge with a magnet.
Dan came back to the island two weeks into the new year. Duck heard it first when he stopped at Iggy's for coffee in the morning, overhearing the folks there gossip and clucking like old fat hens. He heard it again when he stopped at Mrs. Anderson's house to pick up the check she owed him, and then again at the grocery store when he was buying milk and eggs and bread.
After he put his purchases away at home, he got back into the truck and went down to the motel. Dan had sold his car; Duck didn't know which one of these was his now. He was staring ahead at the doors, wondering which room he was in, when there was a knock on the passenger window. When Duck looked over at him, Dan caught his eye for a second, then opened the door and climbed into the truck to sit beside him.
"You're back," Duck said, his voice coming out rough.
Dan picked up his hand and held it gently between both of his own. "I guess I am," he said.
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