![]() She thanked him with a nod for remembering her name. Now she waved a twenty as Buddy opened the door. She even undid the clasp and held the bag out the window. She was coming in to work early but had ridden the whole way without realizing she'd brought an empty hand-bag. She had rolled down her window and started explaining to him. He'd been our there positioning the sprinkler, first thing in the morning, when a cab swerved up and she was in back. Last June, maybe, when his garden was at its peak. But it must have died because later he had noticed her arriving for work in cabs. She'd driven a white VW Bug in those days. He could picture her standing on the walk there-her nice legs and the spectator pumps she wore. She'd bought a jewelry case and a halogen lamp. ![]() He also remembered her from his wife's yard sale, although that was a couple years ago and the wife was now his ex. She did bookkeeping or something for the law partners next door, especially at tax times. She had green eyes and straight black hair, cut sharply like a fifties Keely Smith. ![]() His doorbell rang and Buddy peered through the viewer at a woman in the courtyard. ![]()
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