would be just like the town fathers. Bring some industry into town.

Some jobs. And of course, ten years down the road you kill the

fish."

He paid some serious attention to his beer.

"That house is well over a hundred years old, you know."

I'm thirty-five this coming November. Basically, college paid off

pretty well for me. I'm employed.

I think of Casey.

I can't say I've been in love that way since. Not once. But then I

never really expected to be. I think of her often, and sometimes it

seems that everything I do is just a substitute for having her there.

Sometimes.

Because the woman I live with I'm close to.

She is switching careers at thirty-seven. And I'm writing this. It's

no big thing, but both of us have our little risks.

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