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By Alex Irvine, illustration by Arthur
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Columns 1 March 2004
o 8 January
2007
"W hat it is," said my neighbor Jeff, "is I'm going to get that Wee
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It starts
Willie Winkie."
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again.
The little voice had just faded from the keyhole in my front door. It The baby
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was 8:01. When I went out in the morning, I'd see a fresh set of little begins to
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had knuckles like chisel points. and
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Jeff came over to my house about 7:30 every night. Since Wee
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Sharon stayed in the house doing God knew what while he sat on Doors
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and that little bastard who terrorized us every night. I never asked by
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Jeff what Sharon did while he was out. I imagined her standing in theStephanie
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before, running the shower and counting her gray hairs so she
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had made us all suspicious of each other. Standoffish. Which wasn't never let
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to say we didn't help each other, because we did. You picked up anyone
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batteries or held a ladder when it was time to clean the eaves. his
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se talking about Wee Willie. told him.