I messed around with the cans, hoping to time it so I could get back in the house while she was in the garage. Actually, I saw Patsy’s mom pretty often, usually as we passed each other in the driveway, taking out the garbage. But tonight I didn’t want to face her. She looked like she was going somewhere for the evening. Then again, she usually looked like that. I started back up the driveway, keeping in the shadows, as she threw open the garage door. As I reached the back door, she looked over the top of her car and called, “Would you set mine out?” “Sure!” Sure. All-around nice guy that I am. Patsy’s father drove up about three minutes later, just after I’d finished with the garbage cans. He breezed by me at the curb, and I got a look at him as he stopped under the light at their side door. It was the first time I’d seen him, and I can honestly say, if I’d been picking sympathetic ears to listen to my problems, he’d have been my last and most desperate choice. He had a face that looked like it was carved from a cold, hard material.
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