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The cooks in the kitchen were continuing to clear up breakfast； paying no attention to the howling fire。 alarm at all。
〃Say； Mr。 Edgebe；〃 George said。 〃I believe Brad Dolan been lookin for you。 In fact； you just missed him。〃
Lucky me； I thought。 What I said out loud was that I'd probably see Mr。 Dolan later。 Then I asked if there was any leftover toast lying around from breakfast。
〃Sure；〃 Norton said； 〃but it's stone…cold dead in the market。 You runnin late this morning。〃
〃I am；〃 I agreed； 〃but I'm hungry。〃
〃Only take a minute to make some fresh and hot；〃 George said； reaching for the bread。
〃Nope； cold will be fine；〃 I said； and when he handed me a couple of slices （looking mystified … actually both of them looked mystified）； I hurried out the door； feeling like the boy I once was； skipping school to go fishing with a jelly fold…over wrapped in waxed paper slipped into the front of my shirt。
Outside the kitchen door I took a quick； reflexive look around for Dolan； saw nothing to alarm me； and hurried across the croquet course and putting green； gnawing on one of my pieces of toast as I went。 I slowed a little as I entered the shelter of the woods； and as I walked down the path； I found my mind turning to the day after Eduard Delacroix's terrible execution。
I had spoken to Hal Moores that morning； and he had told me that Melinda's brain tumor had caused her to lapse into bouts of cursing and foul language 。。。 what my wif
