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here's a greenhouse with a shop in front of it. Slips 'n Greensit's calledand Jo used to
spend a fair amount of time therebuying gardening supplies or just noodling with the two women
who ran the place. One of them was Helen AusterKenny's wife.
I pulled in there at around ten o'clock that Sunday morning (it was openof course; during tourist
season almost every Maine shopkeeper turns heathen) and parked next to a Beamer with New York
plates. I paused long enough to hear the weather forecast on the radio — continued hot and humid
for another forty-eight hours at least — and then got out. A woman wearing a bathing suita skort
and a giant yellow sunhat emerged from the shop with a bag of peat moss cradled in her arms. She
gave me a little smile. I returned it with eighteen per cent interest. She was from New Yorkand
that meant she wasn't a Martian.
The shop was even hotter and' damper than the white morning outside. Lila Proulxthe co-
ownerwas on the phone. There was a little fan beside the cash register and she was standing
directly in front of itflapping the front of her sleeveless blouse. She saw me and twiddled her
fingers in a wave. I twiddled mine backfeeling like someone else. Work or no workI was still
zoning. Stillyilai:
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