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Thelinoleum keeps bubbling up in the kitchen, the showerhead keeps fallinginto the tub, and the whole damn rig cants to the east these days, but Icould have been the six-million-dollar woman. Otherwise- Where am I? I asked the Yellow Ladyand the nodding Japanese lanterns. I looked at the office door again, but not so longingly. ' She was always the superstitious one, youknow--knocking on wood, tossing a pinch of salt over her shoulder if shespilled some, those four-leaf-clover earrings she used to have.

At last her tears began to taper off. t know exactly what I wasseeing, other than the destruction by poltergeist of my wife's belovedcrafts and treasures. Sometimes we'd go down to the Village Cafe afterwardand Buddy'd make us pizzas, losers pay. The banjo whirled itself a third time, itsbright steel fittings reflecting fishscale runs of light on the studywal