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is—says, “I haven’t had so much fun since I was born.” MacDonald turns another page. An article on Daniel Ellsberg.
    “Huh,” MacDonald says.
    “How come
Esquire
didn’t know about our dwarf house?” James asks. “They could have come here.”
    “Listen,” MacDonald says, “Mother asked me to bring this to you. I don’t mean to insult you, but she made me promise I’d deliver it. You know she’s very worried about you.”
    “What is it?” James asks.
    MacDonald gives him the piece of paper that Mrs. Esposito wrote instructions on in English.
    “Take it back,” James says.
    “No. Then I’ll have to tell her you refused it.”
    “Tell her.”
    “No. She’s miserable. I know it’s crazy, but just keep it for her sake.”
    James turns and throws the jar. Bright yellow liquid runs down the wall.
    “Tell her not to send you back here either,” James says. MacDonaldthinks that if James were his size he would have hit him instead of only speaking.
    “Come back and hit me if you want,” MacDonald hollers. “Stand on the arm of this chair and hit me in the face.”
    James does not come back. A dwarf in the hallway says to MacDonald, as he is leaving, “It was a good idea to be sarcastic to him.”
    *
    MacDonald and his wife and mother and Mrs. Esposito stand amid a cluster of dwarfs and one giant waiting for the wedding to begin. James and his bride are being married on the lawn outside the church. They are still inside with the minister. His mother is already weeping. “I wish I had never married your father,” she says, and borrows Mrs. Esposito’s handkerchief to dry her eyes. Mrs. Esposito is wearing her jungle dress again. On the way over she told MacDonald’s wife that her husband had locked her out of the house and that she only had one dress. “It’s lucky it was such a pretty one,” his wife said, and Mrs. Esposito shyly protested that it wasn’t very fancy, though.
    The minister and James and his bride come out of the church onto the lawn. The minister is a hippie, or something like a hippie: a tall, white-faced man with stringy blond hair and black motorcycle boots. “Friends,” the minister says, “before the happy marriage of these two people, we will release this bird from its cage, symbolic of the new freedom of marriage, and of the ascension of the spirit.”
    The minister is holding the cage with the parakeet in it.
    “MacDonald,” his wife whispers, “that’s the parakeet. You can’t release a pet into the wild.”
    His mother disapproves of all this. Perhaps her tears are partly disapproval, and not all hatred of his father.
    The bird is released: it flies shakily into a tree and disappears into the new spring foliage.
    The dwarfs clap and cheer. The minister wraps his arms around himself and spins. In a second the wedding ceremony begins, and just a few minutes later it is over. James kisses the bride, and the dwarfs swarm around them. MacDonald thinks of a piece ofHershey bar he dropped in the woods once on a camping trip, and how the ants were all over it before he finished lacing his boot. He and his wife step forward, followed by his mother and Mrs. Esposito. MacDonald sees that the bride is smiling beautifully—a smile no pills could produce—and that the sun is shining on her hair so that it sparkles. She looks small, and bright, and so lovely that MacDonald, on his knees to kiss her, doesn’t want to get up.

Snake’s Shoes

    T he little girl sat between her Uncle Sam’s legs. Alice and Richard, her parents, sat next to them. They were divorced, and Alice had remarried. She was holding a ten-month-old baby. It had been Sam’s idea that they all get together again, and now they were sitting on a big flat rock not far out into the pond.
    “Look,” the little girl said.
    They turned and saw a very small snake coming out of a crack between two rocks on the shore.
    “It’s nothing,” Richard said.
    “It’s a snake,” Alice said. “You have to be