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... he is cutoff jeans, salt, and sand, bare feet that twinkle step from summered slate to fresh cut grass until he leaps, passing even stairs, up to where the summer rental entrance waits. There, he almost rushes in. Leans his head instead, eartight against the door. to hear if someone’s there, wonders why shambles of noisy thought warn him off. Three old men banter: three brothers; three politicians; a saint, a sinner, and a baseball fanatic. One eats soup with his wife-- his wife who watches him eat soup with the same eyes that watched him eat rotten fruit and touched others til they bruised. One recovers from a stroke, but the doctor says he has luck. He is in great health; he'll enjoy a long life for one more week. The last one, the youngest, spits his fish sandwich onto the table, and an ensnared youth who is able to listen patiently unperturbed, or silently so, ignores the spittle until he is riddled with stats he already kno...