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Guess I can't turn this down either, can I? " Page 10 "Yes. " She smiled, just a bit. "And you are one of my best writers. " Even though Cam walked as carefully as possible, his leather shoe soles squeaked on the vinyl hall floor. He tucked the bouquet of flowers under his arm and frowned at the door numbers. A man with a World War II army jacket draped over his pajamas clopped by, leaning heavily on an aluminium walker. The veteran stopped and peered at the tall reporter with a nearsighted squint.
His proudest possession, his only possession, was the blinking LED-adorned cross he had cobbled together from a discarded Mardi Gras beer display. Before building the crucifix, he had worn cardboard signs carefully lettered and pinned to his bulky wool coat. "Drink of the devil," the elderly man warned Cranston sternly as the cat sniffed at Brother Amos's shoes. Willa hurried upstairs to warm some food for the street preacher. While the soup heated in the tiny micro- Page 41 wave, she pulled a light wool blanket from the linen shelf and shook out the folds.
Perhaps this would be the break in the weather that started the coming of fall. There would be a change in the light, and somehow, even though the temperature had not changed, it would be autumn. Bunches of yellow and purple chrysanthemums would appear in tin buckets down in the French Market, and piles of rotund orange pumpkins and dusty striped gourds would ramble across the pavement. October was always a testy month in Louisiana, hanging at the ragged edge of the brilliant, heat-sodden summer.