The State We're In: Maine Stories - Plot & Excerpts
Mrs. Terhune, who had no nickname, and whose first name was rarely spoken, had supplied him with homemade soup and oyster crackers over the last few years, receiving a handsome check from Duff’s cousin at the beginning of each month for her efforts. She was seventy-four and quite able to continue making soup and doing everything else she was doing, thank you very much. She said this in response to a kindly phrased note that had come recently with one of the checks, Duff’s cousin politely inquiring whether—especially considering the very bad winter they’d endured—it was too much for her to go to Duff’s every day.She understood that Chip was now to be called Duff, but he was eighty-two, and changing your name that late in life was ridiculous, so she either called him “my fine neighbor” or did not address him directly, relying on the Maine “ey-ah,” said rather loudly to let him know she’d entered his house.It was big of her, she thought. Thirty-some years before, Chip’s brother had led her on, then married a young Portuguese woman and moved away to Providence.
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