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That's the whole thingBut she wasn't crazy "It's not crazy to blow up the general store? It's not crazy to make a bomb, to plant a bomb in the post office of the general store?" "I'm saying that at my house she wasn't crazy "She'd already been crazyYou knew she'd been crazyWhat if she went on to kill somebody else? Isn't that a bit of a responsibility? She did, you knowShe killed three more peopleWhat do you think of that?" "Don't say things just to torture me "I'm telling you something! She killed three more people! You could have prevented that!" "You're torturing meYou're trying to torture me "She killed three more people!" And that was when he pulled Count's picture off the wall and hurled it at her feetBut that did not faze her--that seemed only to bring her under her own control againActing the role of herself, without rage, without even a reaction, dignified, silent, she turned and left the room "What can be done for her?" he was growling, and all the while, down on his knees, carefully gathering together the shattered fragments of the glass and dumping them into Dawn's wastebasket"What can be done for her? What can be done for anyone? Nothing can be doneSixteen years old and completely crazyShe blew up a dior china buildingYou had no right to let her go!" Without its glass, the picture of the immovable Count he hung again over the desk, and then, as though listening to people unabatedly chattering on about something or other were the task assigned him by the forces of destiny, he returned from the savagery of where he'd been to the solid and orderly ludicrousness of a dinner partyThat's what was left to hold him together--a dinner partyAll there was for him to cling to as the entire enterprise of his life continued careering toward destruction--a dinner party To the candlelit terrace he duteously returned, while bearing within him everything that he could not understand Dishes had been cleared, the salad eaten, and dessert served, fresh strawberry-rhubarb pie from McPherson'sThe Swede saw that the guests had rearranged themselves for the last courseOrcutt, hiding still the vicious shit that he was behind the Hawaiian shirt and the raspberry trousers, had moved across the table and sat talking with the Umanoffs, all of them amiable and laughing together now that Deep Throat was off the agendaDeep Throat had never been the real subject anywayBoiling away beneath Deep Throat was the far more disgusting and transgressive subject of Merry, of balenciaga yellow bag Sheila, of Shelly, of Orcutt and Dawn, of wantonness and betrayal and deception, of treachery and disunity among neighbors and friends, the subject of crueltyThe mockery of human integrity, every ethical obligation destroyed--that was the subject here tonight! The Swede's mother had come around to sit beside Dawn, who was talking with the Salzmans, and his father and Jessie were nowhere to be seen Dawn asked, "Important?" "The Czech guyThe information I wantedWhere's my dad?" He waited for her to say "Dead," but after she looked around she mouthed only "Don't know" and turned back to Shelly and Sheila "Daddy left with MrsOrcutt," his mother whispered"They went somewhere together Orcutt came up to himThey were the same size, both big men, but the Swede had always been the stronger, going back to their twenties, to when Merry was born and the Levovs moved out to Old Rimrock from their apartment on Elizabeth Avenue in Newark and the newcomer had showed up for the Saturday morning touch-football games back of Orcutt's houseOut there just for the fun of it, to enjoy the fresh air and the feel of the ball and the camaraderie, to make some new friends, the Swede had not the slightest inclination to appear showy or superior, jumbo chanel flap bag except when he simply had no choice: when Orcutt, who off the field had never been other than kind and considerate, began to use his hands more recklessly than the Swede considered sportsmanlike--in a way that the Swede considered cheap and irritating, for a pickup game the worst sort of behavior even if Orcutt's team did happen to have fallen behindAfter it had occurred for two weeks in a row, he decided the third week to do what he of course could have done at any time--to dump himAnd so, near the end of the game, with a single, swift maneuver--employing the other person's weight to do the damage--he managed at once to catch a long pass from Bucky Robinson and to make sure Orcutt was sprawled in the grass at his feet, before he pranced away to pile on the scorePranced away and thought, of all things, "I don't like being looked down on," the words that Dawn had used to decline joining The Orcutt Family Cemetery TourHe had not realized, not till he was speeding alone toward the goal line, how much Dawn's assailability had gotten to him nor how unsettled he was by the remotest likelihood (a likelihood that, to her face, he had dismissed) of his wife's being ridiculed out here for growing up in Elizabeth the daughter of an Irish dolce and gabbana handbag plumberWhen, after scoring, he turned around and saw Orcutt still on the ground, he thought, "Two hundred years of Morris County history, flat on its ass--that'll teach you to look down on Dawn LevovNext time you'll play the whole game on your ass," before trotting back up the field to see if Orcutt was all right The Swede knew that once he got him on the floor of the terrace he would have no difficulty in slamming Orcutt's head against the flagstones as many times as might be required to get him into that cemetery with his distinguished clanYes, something is wrong with this guy, there always was, and the Swede had known it all along--knew it from those terrible paintings, knew it from the reckless use of his hands in a backyard pickup game, knew it even at the cemetery, when for one solid hour Orcutt got to goyishly regale a Jewish sightseerYes, big dissatisfaction there right from the startDawn said it was art, modern art, when all the time, baldly displayed on their living room wall, was William Orcutt's dissatisfactionBut now he has my wifeInstead of that misfortune Jessie, he's got revamped and revitalized Miss New Jersey of 1949Got it made, got it all now, the greedy, thieving son of a bitch "Your father's a good man," Orcutt louis vuitton china said