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tell them every time. She even awarded me the supreme accolade, posting a Happy

Birthday, Babs message on the whiteboard where they display the daily Specials.

This privilege is as good as telling the world that I might not be a Bowman's

Ridge Native, but I was one of the Transients they could take out of the attic

on visiting days to show the neighbors. I like Muriel a lot.



So of course I lied to her. "Nuh-uh," I said, hastily clapping my hand over the

extracted sliver. "Nothing's wrong, not a thing, great pie."



Muriel gave me a searching look, but all she said was, "Yes, Greta Marie said

she's gotten some superior apples this season." Then one of the waitresses came

up to tell her she was wanted in the kitchen and she was gone.
Left to myself once more, I uncovered the sliver and picked it up delicately

between thumb and forefinger. It twinkled with all the hues of prism-shattered

light, but it was made of no substance I could name. The man on the stool next

to me cast a curious glance at it, but promptly went back to reading his

newspaper. People in this town don't pry. Why bother, when every scrap of local

news scoots around faster than a ferret on amphetamines? Sooner or later,

everyone knows everything about everyone else.



Well, I thought, it's very attractive, whatever it is. I'll bring it home; maybe

Rachel can make something out of it. Rachel is my teenaged daughter. She has

discovered the Meaning of Life, which is to make jewelry out of any object you

find lying around the house, yard, or municipal dump, and pierce another part of

your body to hang it from. At least this object was pretty, and I always say

that a good soak in Clorox will clean anything, up to and including Original