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now they were at odds―childhood revisited indeed. Paul Marshall stood
halfway between themturning his head this way and that when they spokeas
though at a tennis match. He had a neutralvaguely inquisitive airand seemed
untroubled by this sibling squabble. That at leastCecilia thoughtwas in his favor.
Her brother said“You think he can’t hold a knife and fork.”
“Leonstop it. You had no business inviting him.”
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The silence that followed was partly mitigated by the drone of the filtration pump.
There was nothing she could donothing she could make Leon doand she suddenly
felt the pointlessness of argument. She lolled against the warm stonelazily
finishing her cigarette and contemplating the scene before her―the foreshortened
slab of chlorinated waterthe black inner tube of a tractor tire propped against a
deck chairthe two men in cream linen suits of infinitesimally different huesbluish-
gray smoke rising against the bamboo green. It looked carvedfixedand againshe
felt it: it had happened a long time agoand all outcomeson all scales―from the
tiniest to the most colossal―were already in place. Whatever happened in the future
however superficially strange or shockingwould also have an u