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+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Not interested,\u8221\'94 she said, and then contradicted herself. \u8220\'93You\u8217\'92re claiming this is all done by humans?\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Umm,\u8221\'94 he said. \u8220\'93Well, yes. Of course they use machines. We have a couple yard robots that\u8221\'94 \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0 }
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93You don\u8217\'92t have little people running all over here every night? Folk, somebody called them?\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Doctor Kessler, you\u8217\'92re trying to make something out of nothing. Your comment about plantations reminds me, though. This area has a rich history of immigrants, both as artisans and as heavy laborers. I don\u8217\'92t think history, at least popular history, has adequately told the story of either. When I was in college\u8221\'94 \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  }
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Not interested,\u8221\'94 she snapped. \u8220\'93Don\u8217\'92t try to change the subject. What\u8217\'92s your relationship with the community to the north?\u8221\'94 }}

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-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 Since she was looking around, presumably assessing the house, he had a moment to look at her through the window, and he used it to question himself about that initial impression. He\loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8217\'92d known people who didn\u8217\'92t, physically, have much going for them, and hadn\u8217\'92t reacted to any of them this way. He wondered why his reaction was different for her, why she repulsed him so. She was tall and broad shouldered, but no more so than Nancy, and he thought Nancy was the most attractive person he knew. }
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 Since she was taking her time assessing the house, he had a moment to look at her through the window, and he pondered that initial impression. He was repulsed. He\loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8217\'92d known people who didn\u8217\'92t, physically, have much going for them, and hadn\u8217\'92t reacted to any of them this way. What was different about her? She was tall and broad shouldered, but no more so than Nancy, and he thought Nancy was the most attractive person he knew. }
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 \par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 She didn\loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8217\'92t move. \u8220\'93Nobody told me you had a doctorate.\u8221\'94 Explanation was demanded.}
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 \par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Where\u8217\'92d you get it? Your degree?\u8221\'94}
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-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Hmph,\u8221\'94 she said. He had a prestigious degree from a prestigious school. Her degree, the private detective\u8217\'92s report said, was from a tiny school in central Indiana that had since lost its accreditation. One step above clipping a mail order coupon from the back of a magazine, the report said, but a small step.}
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+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Hmph,\u8221\'94 she said. He had a prestigious degree from a prestigious school. Her degree, the private detective\u8217\'92s report said, was from a tiny school in central Indiana that had since lost its accreditation. One step above clipping a mail order coupon from the back of a magazine, the report said, but a small step. And she wasn\u8217\'92t, for that matter, an adjunct professor at IUP. She was renting an office in one of their disused administration buildings.}
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-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93No, of course not,\u8221\'94 she said, waving her clipboard. \u8220\'93Why would I care about that when nobody else does? About the community behind your house. The little people, as the locals call them.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93No, of course not,\u8221\'94 she said, waving her clipboard. \u8220\'93Why would I care about that? About the community behind your house. The little people, as the locals call them.\u8221\'94}
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 \par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 Although the report said she was forty-eight years old, Jake would have guessed she was much older. His grandmother had acted more youthful at ninety.}
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-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Why not?,\u8221\'94 she wasped. \u8220\'93People say you\u8217\'92re the one who knows. Somebody said you make your money off this community. You and\u8221\'94 \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  she looked at her clipboard \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  \u8220\'93a Miller family. They\u8217\'92ve been prolific.\u8221\'94}
-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He imagined the matriarch of that family listening at the kitchen door. At least he hoped she was, because he\loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8217\'92d want to discuss the visit with her.}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Why not?,\u8221\'94 she wasped. \u8220\'93People say you\u8217\'92re the one who knows. Somebody said you make your money off this community. You and\u8221\'94 \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  she looked at her clipboard \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  \u8220\'93a Miller family. There are a bunch of them. Must breed like rabbits.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He imagined the matriarch of that family listening at the kitchen door. At least he hoped she was, because he\loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8217\'92d want to discuss the professor\u8217\'92s visit with her.}
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 \par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Over a thousand acres!\u8221\'94 she said. \u8220\'93That\u8217\'92s unheard of in this part of Pennsylvania. Farms are seventy acres, eighty at most.\u8221\'94}
-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He paused until he was sure she was done, and then continued as if she hadn\loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8217\'92t spoken. \u8220\'93And we share these facilities with the community. It was a priority for my grandmother and my mother.\u8221\'94}
-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 She peered. \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Tennis court, swimming pool \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  what all is out there?\u8221\'94}
-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He smiled. She found a way to make the most reasonable question into a rude demand. Pointing, he said, \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93The swimming people is by arrangement only, for safety. We provide a lifeguard for groups. There\u8217\'92s a trap shooting range up behind that barn for which we also require arrangements in advance. The rest of it is open all the time. The court you\u8217\'92re seeing used to be tennis, now it\u8217\'92s pickleball. There\u8217\'92s a children\u8217\'92s playground, and badminton. Horseshoes and corn hole over there. Inside that barn there\u8217\'92s a ten meter range for air guns, no firearms. And over there\u8221\'94 \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  he pointed \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  \u8220\'93are two trail heads. One is gentle, about a mile without serious hills. It\u8217\'92s very pretty, with flowering shrubs and streams. Some beavers have been flirting with it, and we\u8217\'92re hopeful. The other is five miles and somewhat demanding. Then there are several acres for general use. Picnics, things like that.\u8221\'94}
-\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He stepped away, back toward the dining room, but she stopped him by saying, \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93You pay to maintain all this just because you\u8217\'92re a\u8221\'94 \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  hampered by the clipboard, she made awkward air quotes \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  \u8220\'93\u8216\'91nice guy\u8217\'92? Do you know what this reminds me of? Plantations, that\u8217\'92s what. Where they had slaves to do all the work.\u8221\'94 }
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+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 She peered. \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93So you\u8217\'92ve got a tennis court, a swimming pool \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  what all is out there?\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He smiled. She found a way to make the most reasonable question into a rude demand. Pointing, he said, \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93The swimming people is by arrangement only, for safety. We provide a lifeguard for groups. There\u8217\'92s a trap shooting range up behind that barn for which we also require arrangements in advance, and a ten meter air rifle range inside the barn. The rest of it is open all the time. The court you\u8217\'92re seeing used to be tennis, now it\u8217\'92s pickleball. There\u8217\'92s a children\u8217\'92s playground, and badminton. Horseshoes and corn hole over there. And over there\u8221\'94 \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  he pointed \hich\f0 \emdash \loch\f0  \u8220\'93are two trail heads. One trail is gentle, about a mile without serious hills. It\u8217\'92s very pretty, with flowering shrubs and streams. Some beavers have been flirting with it, and we\u8217\'92re hopeful. The other is five miles and somewhat demanding. Then there are several acres of grass, ballfields and a couple pavilions, for general use. Picnics, things like that.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He stepped away, back toward the dining room, but she stopped him by saying, \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Do you know what this reminds me of? Plantations. Where they had slaves to do all the work.\u8221\'94 }
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 Jake felt as if he\loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8217\'92d been slapped. This was dangerous territory. He gave himself a little mental shake and replied, \u8220\'93What an odd thing to say. Have you published work about plantations? I\u8217\'92d be interested in reading it.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 She had not published anything whatsoever, the private detective had told him. Jake figured the best defense was a good offense, and he needed defense.}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 Her ugly face flushed. \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93It was just a general observation. Obvious to any intelligent person.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Ah,\u8221\'94 he said. \u8220\'93Well, Dr. Kessler, we\u8217\'92re neighbors, and I wish we could be friends, but you seem disinclined to accept my hospitality. It\u8217\'92s time for you to go, but my door is always open to you\u8230\'85 if you\u8217\'92re coming in peace.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93You\u8217\'92re throwing me out? You haven\u8217\'92t answered a single question I\u8217\'92ve asked.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He opened his front door and stood beside it. \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93Good bye, Dr. Kessler.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 She strode to the door, but stopped directly in front of him. Pointing to his nose, she said, \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93I don\u8217\'92t give up. You\u8217\'92ll find I can be very unpleasant until I get my way.\u8221\'94}
+\par\plain {\f0\fs24\b0\i0 He closed the door gently, in the process pushing her out like hemorrhoid cream from a tube. When the door finally latched he closed his eyes and muttered, \loch\af0\hich\af0\dbch\af0\uc1\u8220\'93That\u8217\'92s what I\u8217\'92m afraid of.\u8221\'94}}

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+            <Title>Professor, why can't we be friends?</Title>
+            <Text>Jake paused for several seconds, wishing she was just a little less rude. When he felt in control of himself again he forced a chuckle and said, “Nothing like that. Basic contracts with some local landscaping and other maintenance companies, and a small army of high school kids every summer. My mother used to enjoy coordinating it all, and now” —
+“Not interested,” she said, and then contradicted herself. “You’re claiming this is all done by humans?”
+“Umm,” he said. “Well, yes. Of course they use machines. We have a couple yard robots that” —
+“You don’t have little people running all over here every night? Folk, somebody called them?”
+“Doctor Kessler, you’re trying to make something out of nothing. Your comment about plantations reminds me, though. This area has a rich history of immigrants, both as artisans and as heavy laborers. I don’t think history, at least popular history, has adequately told the story of either. When I was in college” — 
+“Not interested,” she snapped. “Don’t try to change the subject. What’s your relationship with the community to the north?” </Text>
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             <Text>She was, Jake thought, the least attractive human being he’d ever met.
-Since she was looking around, presumably assessing the house, he had a moment to look at her through the window, and he used it to question himself about that initial impression. He’d known people who didn’t, physically, have much going for them, and hadn’t reacted to any of them this way. He wondered why his reaction was different for her, why she repulsed him so. She was tall and broad shouldered, but no more so than Nancy, and he thought Nancy was the most attractive person he knew. 
+Since she was taking her time assessing the house, he had a moment to look at her through the window, and he pondered that initial impression. He was repulsed. He’d known people who didn’t, physically, have much going for them, and hadn’t reacted to any of them this way. What was different about her? She was tall and broad shouldered, but no more so than Nancy, and he thought Nancy was the most attractive person he knew. 
 It was the total lack of joy, he finally decided. This woman had no light in her eyes, not even a hint of twitch to her lips. She didn’t just look unhappy, she looked determined to stay that way.
 When she began impatiently eying his doorbell he decided it was time to open the door.
 “Hello,” he said, trying to sound pleasant.
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 She didn’t move. “Nobody told me you had a doctorate.” Explanation was demanded.
 Again he chuckled, though it sounded a bit forced in his own ears. “I’m not surprised. In a small town people think the only real doctors are the medical ones. Of course it’s different for you in academia.” He gestured, trying to look gracious. “Won’t you please come in?”
 “Where’d you get it? Your degree?”
-“Carnegie Mellon,” he said. “In physics, if you can believe it. Not exactly applicable to my present life.”
-“Hmph,” she said. He had a prestigious degree from a prestigious school. Her degree, the private detective’s report said, was from a tiny school in central Indiana that had since lost its accreditation. One step above clipping a mail order coupon from the back of a magazine, the report said, but a small step.
+“Carnegie Mellon,” he said. “In theoretical physics, if you can believe it. Not exactly applicable to my present life.”
+“Hmph,” she said. He had a prestigious degree from a prestigious school. Her degree, the private detective’s report said, was from a tiny school in central Indiana that had since lost its accreditation. One step above clipping a mail order coupon from the back of a magazine, the report said, but a small step. And she wasn’t, for that matter, an adjunct professor at IUP. She was renting an office in one of their disused administration buildings.
 Since he wanted her to be friendly — if that was even possible — Jake didn’t pursue discussion of any of this. He simply waiting, holding the door with his left hand out to invite her in, and started to feel foolish.
 Finally, still glaring at him as if he’d deceived her, she stepped inside. “I have questions for you,” she snapped.
 “About my education?” Jake was now sincerely confused. 
-“No, of course not,” she said, waving her clipboard. “Why would I care about that when nobody else does? About the community behind your house. The little people, as the locals call them.”
+“No, of course not,” she said, waving her clipboard. “Why would I care about that? About the community behind your house. The little people, as the locals call them.”
 “May I get you something to drink? Ice water, or tea?”
 “No, no,” she said. “This isn’t a social call. It’s academic research.” 
 Although the report said she was forty-eight years old, Jake would have guessed she was much older. His grandmother had acted more youthful at ninety.
 He steered her to the dining room table and held a chair for her until she sat. Sitting across from her, he said, “I’m afraid I’m not going to be much help to you.”
-“Why not?,” she wasped. “People say you’re the one who knows. Somebody said you make your money off this community. You and” — she looked at her clipboard — “a Miller family. They’ve been prolific.”
-He imagined the matriarch of that family listening at the kitchen door. At least he hoped she was, because he’d want to discuss the visit with her.
+“Why not?,” she wasped. “People say you’re the one who knows. Somebody said you make your money off this community. You and” — she looked at her clipboard — “a Miller family. There are a bunch of them. Must breed like rabbits.”
+He imagined the matriarch of that family listening at the kitchen door. At least he hoped she was, because he’d want to discuss the professor’s visit with her.
 “If you’ve been asking questions,” he said while trying to look pleasant, “I imagine you’ve learned that folks around here like their privacy. Myself included. It’s one of the privileges of living in a rural community.”
 “Humph,” she said. Without asking permission, she stood and crossed into his parlor, to a back window. “You’ve got a big playground out here. I see people in and out all the time. What’s the deal with that? Some kind of public park?”
 He stood and walked to stand beside her. “It’s not technically public, but it’s open to anyone from around here to use. My family has a lot of land” — 
 “Over a thousand acres!” she said. “That’s unheard of in this part of Pennsylvania. Farms are seventy acres, eighty at most.”
-He paused until he was sure she was done, and then continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “And we share these facilities with the community. It was a priority for my grandmother and my mother.”
-She peered. “Tennis court, swimming pool — what all is out there?”
-He smiled. She found a way to make the most reasonable question into a rude demand. Pointing, he said, “The swimming people is by arrangement only, for safety. We provide a lifeguard for groups. There’s a trap shooting range up behind that barn for which we also require arrangements in advance. The rest of it is open all the time. The court you’re seeing used to be tennis, now it’s pickleball. There’s a children’s playground, and badminton. Horseshoes and corn hole over there. Inside that barn there’s a ten meter range for air guns, no firearms. And over there” — he pointed — “are two trail heads. One is gentle, about a mile without serious hills. It’s very pretty, with flowering shrubs and streams. Some beavers have been flirting with it, and we’re hopeful. The other is five miles and somewhat demanding. Then there are several acres for general use. Picnics, things like that.”
-He stepped away, back toward the dining room, but she stopped him by saying, “You pay to maintain all this just because you’re a” — hampered by the clipboard, she made awkward air quotes — “‘nice guy’? Do you know what this reminds me of? Plantations, that’s what. Where they had slaves to do all the work.” 
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+He paused until he was sure she was done, and then continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “And we share these facilities with the community. Community was alway a priority for my grandmother and my mother.”
+She peered. “So you’ve got a tennis court, a swimming pool — what all is out there?”
+He smiled. She found a way to make the most reasonable question into a rude demand. Pointing, he said, “The swimming people is by arrangement only, for safety. We provide a lifeguard for groups. There’s a trap shooting range up behind that barn for which we also require arrangements in advance, and a ten meter air rifle range inside the barn. The rest of it is open all the time. The court you’re seeing used to be tennis, now it’s pickleball. There’s a children’s playground, and badminton. Horseshoes and corn hole over there. And over there” — he pointed — “are two trail heads. One trail is gentle, about a mile without serious hills. It’s very pretty, with flowering shrubs and streams. Some beavers have been flirting with it, and we’re hopeful. The other is five miles and somewhat demanding. Then there are several acres of grass, ballfields and a couple pavilions, for general use. Picnics, things like that.”
+He stepped away, back toward the dining room, but she stopped him by saying, “Do you know what this reminds me of? Plantations. Where they had slaves to do all the work.” 
+Jake felt as if he’d been slapped. This was dangerous territory. He gave himself a little mental shake and replied, “What an odd thing to say. Have you published work about plantations? I’d be interested in reading it.”
+She had not published anything whatsoever, the private detective had told him. Jake figured the best defense was a good offense, and he needed defense.
+Her ugly face flushed. “It was just a general observation. Obvious to any intelligent person.”
+“Ah,” he said. “Well, Dr. Kessler, we’re neighbors, and I wish we could be friends, but you seem disinclined to accept my hospitality. It’s time for you to go, but my door is always open to you… if you’re coming in peace.”
+“You’re throwing me out? You haven’t answered a single question I’ve asked.”
+He opened his front door and stood beside it. “Good bye, Dr. Kessler.”
+She strode to the door, but stopped directly in front of him. Pointing to his nose, she said, “I don’t give up. You’ll find I can be very unpleasant until I get my way.”
+He closed the door gently, in the process pushing her out like hemorrhoid cream from a tube. When the door finally latched he closed his eyes and muttered, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”</Text>
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+            <Title>Postmortum</Title>
+            <Text>Mrs. Miller came in from the kitchen a few seconds later. “What an unpleasant person. How you tolerated her as long as you did I’ll never know.” She handed him a plate carrying a thick sandwich on dark brown bread and, when he looked suspiciously at it, exclaimed, “It’s just tomato, peppers, and avocado — nothing to upset you. You haven’t eaten a thing all day.”
+He looked confused. “Haven’t I? I had an apple for breakfast, didn’t I?”
+“That was yesterday, Jake.” she said. “One apple, yesterday. You’re not doing anyone any good by starving yourself to death.” She pushed the plate at him. “Eat.”
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             <Text>MY GREAT

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