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Friday, December 31st, 2010

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    2:19a
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    worked, I realized this was what all the pictures
    had been struggling towardNot the girl in the
    rowboat, necessarily; she was probably just an
    added attraction, a toehold in realityIt was the
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    ship I had been after all alongThe ship and the
    sunsetWhen I thought back, I realized the irony
    of that: Hello, the pencil-sketch I'd made on the
    day I came, had been the closest
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    I tumbled into bed around three-thirty and slept
    until nineI woke feeling refreshed, cleaned out,
    brand-newThe weather was fine: cloudless and
    warmer than it had been in a weekThe Baumgartens
    were getting ready to return north, but I had a
    spirited game of Frisbee with their boys on the
    beach before they leftMy appetite was high, my
    pain-level lowIt was nice to feel like one of
    the guys again, even for an hour
    Elizabeth's weather had also clearedI read her a
    number of poems while she arranged her chinas
    Wireman was there, caught up for once and in good
    spiritsThe world felt fine that dayIt occurred
    to me only later that George "Candy" Brown might
    well have been abducting twelve-year-old Tina
    Garibaldi at the same time I was reading Richard
    Wilbur's poem about laundry, "Love Calls Us to the
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    Things of the World," to ElizabethI chose it
    because I happened to see an item in that day's
    paper saying it had become something of a
    Valentine's Day favoriteThe Garibaldi kidnapping
    happened to be recordedIt occurred at exactly
    3:16 PM, according to the time-stamp on the tape,
    and that would have been just about the time I
    paused to sip from my glass of Wireman's green tea
    and unfold the Wilbur poem, which I had printed
    off the Internet
    There were closed-circuit cameras installed to
    watch the loading-dock areas behind the Crossroads
    MallTo guard against pilferage, I supposeWhat
    they caught in this case was the pilferage of a
    child's lifeShe comes into view crossing right
    to left, a slim kid dressed in jeans with a pack
    on her backShe was probably planning to duck
    into the mall before going the rest of the way
    homeOn the tape, which the TV stations replayed
    obsessively, you see him emerge from a rampway and
    take her by the wris
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    next ten minutes as I stood in the wings with my
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    few, like Edward Hopper and Salvador Dalí, I knew
    Others, like Yves Tanguy and Kay Sage, I didn't
    Each unknown name made me feel more of an impostor
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    word I had prepared had gone out of my mind except
    for the very first line, which was hideously
    appropriate: My name is Edgar Freemantle, and I
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    stood with his pathetic page of notes
    clutched in his cold fistMy tongue was a dead
    slug that might croak but would speak no coherent
    word, not to two hundred art mavens, many of whom
    held advanced degrees, some of whom were
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    not come, but the rage was always on tap
    "Enough!" Dario cried cheerily, striking fresh
    terror into my pounding heart and sending a cramp
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