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though he usually stopped short of assigning actual blame.
    Lyle had known Maggie Sterling since before he had dropped out of school. He had been friends with her older brother and had taken to stopping by in the afternoons, not so much on the brother’s account or even on Maggie’s, but because of the rambling house where no shouting was allowed. “My mother is allergic to shouting,” Maggie’s brother told him. “It literally makes her sick.”
    Lyle, who thought he might be allergic to shouting too, started going there regularly to escape his own household, which was so full of siblings and cousins that Lyle was never missed. He took to showing up at dinnertime and standing at the screen door until the old flop-eared dog awoke from its nap and barked at him before going back to sleep or until one of the four Sterling children noticed him and let him in. He was careful not to let the screen door slam behind him, for when he did, Maggie’s mother would scurry from the quiet depths of the house with an alarmed expression on her face and ask in a hoarse whisper what all the commotion was about.
    Over the years, Lyle came to associate the comfortable chairs and steaming bowls of spaghetti with Maggie, and one day, instead of going to sit on the corner chair in the TV room after dinner, he had gone into the kitchen to help with the dishes, and Maggie had pushed her sister out of the way and said, “Isn’t it your night to clear?” Their hands had bumped under the soapy water, and Maggie had splashed some bubbles into Lyle’s hair. “Where would you go if you could go anywhere?” she had asked him.
    “Niagara Falls,” replied Lyle without hesitation. He had heard about a man going over the falls inside a rubber ball named the Plunge-O-Sphere. It seemed like a crazy thing to do, but also brave, and the idea of doing something like that on purpose filled him with curiosity and dread. “What about you?” he asked Maggie.
    “The Grand Canyon,” said Maggie. “I want to see what’s inside the earth—what you’d find if you dug deep down.”
    “I hear you can ride donkeys all the way to the bottom,” said Lyle.
    “Donkeys!” cried Maggie, her eyes sparkling as if Lyle had said something shocking or funny or wise—he had never been sure which, but his heart soared to know he could have such an effect on her.
    The answers to the travel game had changed over the years, and now it was Will who was apt to choose somewhere dangerous or impossible, while Maggie and Lyle were drawn to major cities and beach resorts. Now and then Lyle would catch Maggie’s eye and say, “Where would you go?” not because he wanted an answer, but to remind her about how the game had started and about everything that had happened since. Six months after they first washed dishes together, Lyle dropped to his knees during a commercial break to ask her to marry him, and right in front of her gaping family, she said yes.
    When they reached the school, Will clambered out of the car, grabbing his backpack and sack lunch out of the truck bed as he did five days out of seven. Also as usual, Maggie blew him a kiss good-bye and Will ignored her, hoisting the pack to his shoulders and hunching slightly under its weight. Now that Will had been safely delivered and he didn’t have to concentrate so hard on the road, Lyle was able to glance across at Maggie, who still could melt his heart with a look.
    “Oh, Lyle!” cried Maggie. “It’s just that…” But instead of finishing her thought, she laughed, filling Lyle with the hope that his wife had been playing a practical joke on him or that she saw something he didn’t see, and that if Lyle didn’t see it now, he soon would—the way Maggie always heard the freight train coming before Lyle did, or said what he was thinking before he could find the words and get them out. “We’re on the same wavelength,” they liked to say whenever that happened, but sometimes, lately, he wondered if