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arrived first, he thought, the one who tries to be good.
    And what comes next?
    He waited, but the air remained silent and the horizon line serene, so he walked back to the Egyptian View Arms.
    There were boarders in every window, waiting. “It’s all right,” he called. “It was nothing.”
    Someone called down from above, quietly, “Are you sure ?”

CHAPTER 14
    Nef was not at breakfast, or lunch, or dinner.
    He went to bed hungry.

CHAPTER 15
    At midnight the wind blew softly in the window, whispering the curtains, shadowing the moonlight.
    There, far across town, lay the cemetery, immense white teeth scattered on a meadow of fresh moon-silvered grass.
    Four dozen stones dead, but not dead.
    All lies, he thought.
    And found himself halfway down the boarding house stairs, surrounded by the exhalations of sleeping people. There was no sound save the drip of the ice pan under the icebox in the moonlit kitchen. The house brimmed with lemon and lilac illumination from the candied windows over the front entrance.
    He found himself on the dusty road, alone with his shadow.
    He found himself at the cemetery gate.
    In the middle of the graveyard, he found a shovel in his hands.
    He dug until …
    There was a hollow thud under the dust.
    He worked swiftly, clearing away the earth, and bent to tug at the edge of the coffin, at which moment he heard a single sound.
    A footstep.
    Yes! he thought wildly, happily.
    She’s here again. She had to come find me, and take me home. She …
    His heartbeat hammered and then slowed.
    Slowly, Cardiff rose by the open grave.
    Elias Culpepper stood by the iron gate, trying to figure out just what to say to Cardiff, who was digging where no one should dig.
    Cardiff let the spade fall. “Mr. Culpepper?”
    Elias Culpepper responded. “Oh God, God, go on. Lift the lid. Do it!” And when Cardiff hesitated, said, “Now!”
    Cardiff bent and pulled at the coffin lid. It was neither nailed nor locked. He swung back the lid and stared down into the coffin.
    Elias Culpepper came to stand beside him.
    They both stared down at …
    An empty coffin.
    â€œI suspect,” said Elias Culpepper, “you are in need of a drink.”
    â€œTwo,” said Cardiff, “would be fine.”

CHAPTER 16
    They were smoking fine cigars and drinking nameless wine in the middle of the night. Cardiff leaned back in his wicker chair, eyes tight shut.
    â€œYou been noticing things?” inquired Elias Culpepper.
    â€œA baker’s dozen. When Claude took me on the bread and muffin tour I couldn’t help but notice there are no signs—anywhere—for doctors. Not one funeral parlor that I could see.”
    â€œMust be somewhere,” said Culpepper.
    â€œHow come not in the phone book yellow pages? No doctors, no surgeons, no mortuary offices.”
    â€œAn oversight.”
    Cardiff studied his notes.
    â€œLord, you don’t even have a hospital in this almost ghost town!”
    â€œWe got one small one.”
    Cardiff underlined an entry on his list. “An outpatient clinic thirty feet square? Is that all that ever happens, so you don’t need a big facility?”
    â€œThat,” said Culpepper, “would about describe it.”
    â€œAll you ever have is cut fingers, bee-stings, and the occasional sprained ankle?”
    â€œYou’ve whittled it down fine,” said the other, “but that’s the sum. Continue.”
    â€œThat,” said Cardiff, gazing down on the town from the high verandah, “that tells why all the gravestones are unfinished and all the coffins empty!”
    â€œYou only dug one up.”
    â€œI don’t need to open more. Do I?”
    Quietly, Culpepper shook his head.
    â€œHell, Mr. Culpepper,” said Cardiff. “I’m speechless!”
    â€œTo tell the truth,” said Culpepper, “so am I. This is the first time anyone has ever asked what you’ve