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 And you ll fly back to Sedona.
 With a few more changes en route. I ll tell you something, Keller, I m too
old for this shit.
 You re not the only one.
 When I get home I m going to stay put. Make a big pitcher of iced tea and sit
out on the terrace.
 And listen to Bell Rock.
 Ding Fucking Dong. And on that subject, did you have any trouble with Big
Ben?
 The hardest part was following him around all day. He and everybody else got
to ride those little carts. I was the only person on the whole course who was
walking.
 Thank your lucky stars, Keller. That s why you re in so much better shape
than he is. Did he know who you were?
He recounted the final exchange.  But I m not sure it meant anything to him,
he said.  Something came into his eyes, but it may just have been that he
could see what was coming.
 The Grim Reaper, swinging a sand wedge. And Taggert?
 Just a matter of doing it, he said.  The man was in the trunk of his car
with his leg broken. You couldn t call him a hard target.
 Unless your mind got in the way.
 My mind?
 You know, after he cooperated and all.
 He cooperated because he had to. He thought it might buy him a little more
life, but there was never any question of letting him off the hook. How could
we risk that?
 You don t have to convince me, Keller.
 I tried to make it quick, he said,  but he had a couple of seconds to see it
coming, and I can t say he looked surprised. I don t think he expected to get
out of it alive.
 It s a hard old world, all right.
 I guess. He didn t want us to leave him where his wife would find him, and we
didn t. And his dog s alive.
 And Taggert lasted a good half hour longer than he would have if he hadn t
come through for us. Maybe longer, maybe a full hour. And just think how much
that is in dog years.
After three plane rides, after ten hours in an airport motel in Albany and a
ride to Latham, the two of them managed to get the stamp albums loaded into
the trunk of Keller s latest rental car, a Toyota Camry. The car was
comfortable, and held the road even better with the extra weight in the trunk.
 You ve got a long ride ahead of you, Dot said,  but I guess you re not keen
on sending the stamps home by UPS and flying home yourself. No? I didn t think
so. Well, have a good trip, Keller. I m glad you got your stamps back.
 I m glad you re alive.
 I m glad we re both alive, she said,  and I m glad they re not. If you ever
get to Sedona& 
 Or if you get to New Orleans.
 There you go. Or pick up the phone, if you get the urge. And if you lose the
number, just check the White Pages. I m listed.
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 Wilma Corder.
 Known to her friends as Dot. So long, Keller. Take care.
The drive to New Orleans took three full days. He could have driven faster, or
put in longer hours behind the wheel, but he made himself take his time.
He spent the first night in a Red Roof Inn off I-81. He left the stamps in the
trunk of the Camry, and after he d been in the room for half an hour he went
to the desk and switched his room for one on the first floor. Then he moved
the car and brought all ten stamp albums into the room.
The second night, he specified a ground-floor room when he checked in. The
third night he parked in their driveway. He used his key and found Julia in
the kitchen, and one thing led to another. A couple of hours later, he went
out for his stamps.
Donny was happy to see him, glad to have him back. The fiction Keller and
Julia had cooked up was a family emergency, a health crisis for a favorite
uncle, and Donny asked a few polite questions that Keller couldn t answer, but
he managed to slip and slide his way through the conversation. Then the
subject shifted to a house Donny thought had real possibilities, and Keller
was on firmer ground.
Over coffee Julia said,  According to Linn s, kids today aren t interested in
collecting stamps.
 They ve got Internet porn sites, he said,  and a hundred channels of cable
TV, and lots more things to do than when I was a kid.
 More homework, too, she said,  so we can keep up with the Chinese.
 You think it ll work?
 No, she said.  I suppose a little boy would be a lot more likely to take up
philately  did I say that right?
 No one ever said it better.
 More likely to take up philately if his father introduced him to it.
  Billy, I d like you to meet Philately. Philately, this is Billy. 
 Don t you think that would make a difference?
 I suppose it might. I didn t have a father around the house.
 I know.
 But if I had, and if he collected stamps& but, see, I got there on my own.
 So it s hard to say what might have happened, because it happened anyway.
 Right.
 Well, she said,  maybe you ll get to find out.
He looked at her.
 Maybe it ll be a boy, she said,  and you can teach him all about stamps. And
where Griqualand West is, and useful stuff like that. Not right away, I
suppose you have to wait until he can walk and talk, but eventually.
He said,  Did you tell me something earlier, and I wasn t paying attention?
 No.
 But you re telling me something now.
 Uh-huh.
 And we re going to have a boy?
 Not necessarily. I d say it s about fifty-fifty. I haven t gone for the
ultrasound yet. Do you think I should? I always used to think I d rather wait,
but just about everybody finds out ahead of time nowadays, and maybe it s just
goofy not to. What do you think?
 I think I d like some more coffee, he said, and went to refill his cup. He
brought it back to the table and said,  There was something you were going to
say before I left for Des Moines, and then you decided it would keep. Was that
it?
 Uh-huh. And I was right, it kept.
 I might not have gone.
 That s one reason I decided it would keep.
 Because you wanted me to go?
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 Because I didn t want to stop you from going.
He thought that over, then nodded.  That s one reason. What s the other?
 I didn t know how you d feel.
 How could you? I m not sure how I feel myself. Excited, of course, and happy,
but 
 Really? Excited and happy?
 Sure. How did you think I d feel?
 Well, that s just it. I didn t know. I was afraid you might want me to, you
know.
 To what?
 To do something. You know.
 You mean like an abortion?
 And I knew I didn t want to do that.
 I should hope not, he said.
 But I was afraid you might want me to.
 No.
 It might be a girl, she said.  Can girls collect stamps?
 I don t see why not, he said.  They ve probably got more time for it,
because they spend so much less of it at Internet porn sites. You know, this
is a lot to take in.
 I know.
 I m going to be a father.
 A daddy.
 God. We re going to be a family. I never thought, well, I had no idea it was
an option. Even if it was, I never dreamed it was something I would want.
 But it is?
 Yes. We ll have to get married. Sooner rather than later, don t you think?
 That s not something we absolutely have to do, you know.
 Yes it is. I was thinking we ought to do it anyway, I was thinking that
during the drive back from Albany.
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