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  • (reed, cale, morrison, tucker) Waldo jeffers had reached his limit. it was now mid-august which meant that he had been separated from marsha for more than two months. two months, and all he had to show was three dog-eared let And two very expensive long-distance phone calls. true, when school had ended and shed returned to wisconsin, and he to locust, pennsylvania. she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity, she w Date occasionally, but merely as amusement. she would remain faithful. But lately waldo had begun to worry. he had trouble sleeping at night and when he did, he had horrible dreams. he lay awake at night, tossing and turning underneath his pleated quilt protector, Welling in his eyes. as he pictured marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion. it was mo An the human mind could bear. Visions of marshas faithlessness haunted him. daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts. and the thing was they wouldnt understand how she really was. he, waldo, alone, unders This. he had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche. he had made her smile, and she needed him, and he wasnt there (aaahh..). the idea came to him on the thursday before the mu Parade was scheduled to appear. he had just finished mowing and etching the edelsons lawn for a dollar fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from marsha. there w Thing more than a circular form the amalgamated aluminum company of america inquiring into his awing needs. at least they cared enough to write. It was a new york company. you could go anywhere in the mail. then it struck him, he didnt have enough money to go to wisconsin in the accepted fashion, true, but why not mail himself? it was a Ly simple. he would ship himself parcel post special delivery. the next day waldo went to the supermarket to purchase the necessary equipment. he bought masking tape, a staple gun and a medium s Cardboard box, just right for a person of his built. he judged that with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. a few airholes, some water, perhaps some midnight snacks and it wo Robably be as good as going tourist. By friday afternoon, waldo was set. he was packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up at three oclock. hed marked the package "fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, res The foam rubber cushioning hed thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and happiness on marshas face as she opened the door, saw the package, tipped the deliverer, and then o It to see her waldo finally there in person. she would kiss him, then, maybe they could see a movie. if hed only thought of this before. suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt hi Barne up. he landed with a thud in a truck and then he was off. Marsha bronson had just finished setting her hair. it had been a very rough weekend. she had to remember not to drink like that. bill had been nice about it though. after it was over hed said t E still respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didnt love her, he did feel an affection for her. and, after all, they were grown adults. oh, wh Lly could teach waldo - but that seemed like years ago. sheila klein, her very, very best friend walked in through the porch screen door and into the kitchen. "oh, its absolutely maudlin o E." "ach, I know what you mean, I feel all icky!" marsha tightened her cotton robe with the silk outer edge. sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on the kitchen table, lick R fingers and made a face. "im supposed to take these salt pills," but she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like throwing up." marsha started to pat herself under the c An exercise shed seen on television. "g-d, dont even talk about tha T." she got up from the table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue vitamins. "want one? supposed to be better than steak." and attempted to touch her S. "i dont think Ill ever touch a daiquiri again." she gave up and sat down, this time nearer the table that supported the telephone. "maybe hell call." she said to sheila Ance. sheila nibbled on a cuticle. "after last night, I thought maybe youd be through with him." "i know what you mean, my g-d, he was like an octopus. hands all over the place.& She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "the thing is after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all he didnt really do anything friday and saturday Kind of owed it to him, you know what I mean." she started to scratch. sheila was giggling with her hand over her mouth. "ill tell you, I feel the same way, and even after a while,&

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