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Jesus! Don't you ever let up? Cath said. Don't talk to your wife that way. If anyone's made a sacrifice round here, it's Marion.She looked down, pulling at a loose thread on the hem of her cardigan. I just thought they might like a drink, Jim.This is just fantasyland, Jim, I said. Frannie's been in the business for decades. His father started Petersen's back in the fifties for God's sake. Now he's closing the mill because it's not profitable and you're going to turn it around?After we'd put in our order, Cath looked around the restaurant. Where's the ladies' room, Marion?Let's leave it for now, Jim, Marion said. Till the morning. Things'll be easier then.The waitress arrived with menus. She was about thirty, her dyed blonde hair pulled back tight in a ponytail. Hi folks, my name's Sandy. I'll be your server tonight. I'd like to tell you about - He just doesn't get it, does he? Must've forgotten how he started his own business.And you don't think I had ambition? You think I wa
 nted to spend the last ten years cutting up trees for Chrissake? He pulled in another wheezy breath. Do you hear that Billy? Want to know how a man gets lungs like these? He thumped his chest. Sawdust. Just breathe it in and out, nice and easy. Little by little it collects, squeezes itself tight into the corners. You can see it in the filters around the machines.As we swung off the freeway, the thick cloud robbed me of the last bit of watery sun to drive by and I had the headlights on for the last hour. The county road down to their place was slippery with hard-packed snow; we almost went into the ditch a couple of times. By the time we pulled in next to Jim's battered pickup I was hunched over the steering wheel and my shoulders felt like they'd been jacked up under my ears.





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