He’s a decent printmaker but he’s a good-time boy. I wouldn’t trust him. He’ll do anything for a joke. Also I don’t trust the girl at the desk right now,” Peter said. “She’s a part-timer, she’s new, she’s dumb, and she let Harmony scare her into dressing up like a secretary, even though she’s a student. I’ll get you the info later if I can. I mean, I can, but only if it’s there. Krasik is her last name. I heard someone had seen her here in town.” They’d reached a headland from which it was possible to see the lighthouse through the wreathing veils of whatever this precipitation was—fog? Rain? Steam rising from the gray surface of an ocean that could barely bring itself to lift the occasional modest swell. The birds were louder, and more varied, here. A silence developed while they watched the weather. “Since I’m a veteran,” Peter said after a few minutes, “I’ve been around more.” “You know where I’m staying?” Fred asked.
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