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 "What else do you hear?"

"Cowbells—running water"

"That's the stream in the woods. And bees humming."

"Something else."

"What?"

"I don't know—things growing. I wish we could live out here."

"Evelyn!"

"What?"

"We could! See the gray house down there? We could get that for nothing, almost, because it's supposed to be haunted. There was a crazy old woman lived alone there for years, and she died alone, too; they found her lying face down in a shower of wormy little apples at the bottom of the cellar steps. She must have been there for days"

"Joe darling! You're making it sound so inviting and homelike!"

"Think of having a pine woods for a back yard."

"Think of being out of Westlake—think of being away from bridge lamps and fruit cocktails!"

"Evelyn, would you try it?"

"It might be quite fun."

"Would you be lonely?"

"Wouldn't you live there, too?"

He suddenly bent and kissed her foot. Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Joe, my darling, don't!"