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go down in a very nonstoic way, kicking death in the
groin if I could only line up my shot.
I looked inside those boxesЧbig ones, little ones,
all kinds of in-between onesЧand an idea grew in my
head, a few words slipping out.
"I wonder if it still might be possible to seize the
objective," I muttered.
Arlene heard, too. "Huh? What do you mean, seize
the objective?"
I was only half listening. The little voice in the back
of my head drowned her out with some really crazy
stuff: "It seems ridiculous, A.S., but it could work."
3
The stoic qualities of Arlene Sanders were
better suited to facing death than being irritated by
her old buddy. "Fly, what the hell are you talking
about?" She stomped to where I was going through a
box of thin metal cylinders, perfect for the project
growing inside my head.
"Yes," I said, "it really could work."
Using the special tone of voice normally reserved
for dealing with mentally deficient children and
drunken sailors, she said: "Tell me what in God's
name you're on about, Fly!"
I lifted my head from the box. "When I was a kid, I
wanted a car real bad. I mean real bad. Real real, bad
bad."
"Here we go down memory lane," she said with a
shrug.
"See, I couldn't afford the car," I said, "but I
wanted one."
"Real real, bad bad?"
"I mean, I'd have taken anything with wheels and a
transmission. If I couldn't have a six, I'd settle for
four. Three, anything! But no matter how much I
lowered expectations, I still couldn't afford a vehicle."
"Is this going somewhere, Fly, or do I need to
hitchhike back home to Mother?"
"That's exactly right," I said. "I'm talking about
transportation. I couldn't afford a carЧbut I could
afford a spare part now and then, and you know how
this ended up?"
She put her hands on her hips, head tilted to the
side, and said: "Let me guess! You collected spare
parts, and collected and collected, and finally you
were able to build your own F-20! Or was it an aircraft
carrier? Amphibious landing craft?"
I ignored her. "I built myself a car. Had a few
problems; no brakes exactly, but it ran; and what a
powerful sound that baby made when she turned