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behave."
    Domo arigato? It would be six months before I would learn what that might mean. I was thinking I should have told Hugh about the damn puppy, but I did not need his outbursts now. I returned to my table full of pumpkins and sat, quiet as a mouse, on the noisy chair. She was looking for Dozy Boylan--who else?
    There were no other Boylans, and I knew she would have no hope of driving her rent-a-car across his flooded creek. I began to think about what I could cook for dinner.
    Having no desire to set off Hugh, I remained silently at the table while she bathed. I rose only once, to fetch a cloth and some moisturising cream and with this I began to clean her Manolo Blahniks. Who would have believed me? I must have paid for two dozen pairs in the last year of my marriage, but this was the first time I had actually touched a pair and I was shocked by the indecent softness of the leather. The wood shifted and crackled in the firebox of the Rayburn stove. If I have made myself sound calculating, let me tell you: I had not the least fucking idea what I was doing.

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    Hearing the screen door in the bathroom give a small urgent "thwack", I hid the shoes beneath the table and hurried around collecting muddy pumpkins, stacking them out on the front porch. Not that I didn't notice her enter, or see my Kmart shirt falling loosely from her slender shoulders, the collar's soft grey shadow across her bath-pink neck.
    I handed her the cordless phone. "Telecom are back in service."
    Brusque. It has been remarked of me before--the lack of charm when sober. "Oh, super," she said.
    She threw her towel across a wooden chair and walked briskly out onto the front porch. Above the insistent thrum on the roof I could hear the soft American burr which I understood as old money, East Coast, but all this was Aussie expertise
    i. e. from the movies and I had not the least idea of who she was, and if she had been Hilda the Poisoner from Spoon Forks, North Dakota, I would have had no clue.
    I began to chop up a big pumpkin, a lovely thing, fire orange with a rust brown speckle, and a moist secret cache of bright slippery seeds which I scooped into the compost tray Out on the porch, I heard her: "Right. Yes. Exactly. Bye."
    She returned, all antsy, rubbing at her hair.
    "He says his creek is over the big rock." (She pronounced it "crick".) "He says you'll understand."
    "It means you wait for the 'crick' to go down."
    "I can't wait," she said. "I'm sorry."
    It was exactly at that moment--well I'm fucking sorry Miss, but what do you want me to do about the flood?--that Hugh's adenoidal breathing pushed its way between us. Doughy, six foot four, filthy, dangerous-looking, he filled the doorway without explanation. He had his pants on, but his hair looked like cattle had been eating it and he was unshaven. Our guest was three feet in front of him but it was to me he spoke.
    "Where's the bloody pup?"
    I was at the far side of the stove, hands slippery with olive oil, laying the pumpkin and potato in a baking tray.
    "This is Hugh," I said. "My brother."
    Hugh looked her up and down, very Hugh-like, threatening if you did not know. "What's your name?"
    "I'm Marlene."
    "Have you," he enquired, sticking out his fat lower lip, and folding his big arms across his chest, "read the book The Magic Pudding?"
    Oh Christ, I thought, not this.
    She rubbed her hair again. "As a matter of fact, Hugh, I have read The Magic Pudding. Twice."
    "Are you American?" "That's very hard to say."
    "Hard to say." His self-inflicted haircut was high above his ears suggesting a fierce and rather monkish kind of character. "But you have read The Magic Pudding? "
    Now she offered all of her attention. "Yes. Yes, I have."
    Hugh gave me a fast look. I understood exactly--he would now be busy for a moment, but he had not forgotten this business with the dog.
    "Who," he asked, turning his brown eyes to the foreigner, "do you like the best in The Magic Pudding?"
    And she was charmed. "I