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away； moving slowly and stiffly （but she will only use a cane on wet days； and only then if the pain is terrible； it's one of her vanities）； and waited。 Five minutes went by； then ten； and just as I was deciding she had either lost her courage or discovered that the battery of the smoke detector in the toilet was dead； the fire alarm went off in the west wing with a loud； buzzing burr。
I started toward the kitchen at once； but slowly … there was no reason to hurry until I was sure Dolan was out of my way。 A gaggle of old folks； most still in their robes； came out of the TV room （here it's called the Resource Center； now that's grotesque） to see what was going on。 Chuck Howland was among them； I was happy to see。
〃Edgebe！〃 Kent Avery rasped； hanging onto his walker with one hand and yanking obsessively at the crotch of his pajama pants with the other。 〃Real alarm or just another falsie？ What do you think？〃
〃No way of knowing； I guess；〃 I said。
Just about then three orderlies went trotting past； all headed for the west wing； yelling at the folks clustered around the TV…room door to go outside and wait for the all…clear。 The third in line was Brad Dolan。 He didn't even look at me as he went past； a fact that pleased me to no end。 As I went on down toward the kitchen； it occurred to me that the team of Elaine Connelly and Paul Edgebe would probably be a match for a dozen Brad Dolans； with half a dozen Percy Wetmores thrown in for good measure。
