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Show written to say that he and Suzanne were going together now, and that he knew I never really cared because I never wrote. I guess I never did care. So I left Rex behind with the new “T don’t want my kind of life mixing with yours ... they won't ever mix,” he said. With a start I thought of my way of life ... Eric, my friends, the parties and clothes, but mostly the selfish pride and terrible hate and jealousy that seemed to rule everyone. What a horrible life. Eric had life, but that’s what I liked AMOT KIM Cite shadowy Through spiderwebs EP oamehies of trees. JEANNETTE ELDREDGE WATTERS Amot Matooy was born on Thursday and he died on Saturday. But that was thirty-three years later. My Opa lessentcmean MATOOY best about Rex. It was always a challenge to learn his mystery. HAIKU look, just look in much the way they would look at their personal graves, the graves friends occupied. But when looked at their friends’ graves, said kind things, reverently, grieved. To Amot’s grave, grandfather told me _ that on his tombHe said they should because he'd live at years, even though him for thirty-three of said, He too, and just looked. This kind of hate and this kind of they shouldn't put stone, though. put 1922-2122, least a hundred we'd only see them. came, same own their they they being they that they should put as his epitaph: BE GOOD FOR GOD'S SAKE WHEN GOD’S AROUND Grandfather said that he didn't need an epitaph really. All he needed was hig name in letters big enough to bring people from 50 or 60 feet to stand and look and read the name, and make up, or realize, their own version of epitaphs for him, Amet, Because they surely would, Mustang Running wild... free. No tacetrack but the night... No competition but the dawn. Qunning. DEBBIE Grandfather said, make epi- taphs. But their epitaphs would be bitter, because they wouldn’t stay in the graveyard on a piece of stone. They would go on with tthe people to their homes and to their friends and to the people of the town. Grandfather said, too, that ‘these epitaphs wouldn't be all true since most of them were from the ladies of the town, who would be the majority to come and look at his name and stand on his grave and talk him through the nights they found him under their daughters’ windows. The women would hate him as long afterwards as that grave was there to rejuvenate them ‘on their own trips to MESTER graves of relations, or friends, or, often, just to Amot’s grave. And to Amot's grave they would come and 12 feeling made, Grandfather said, most of the homemade epitaphs untrue, or at least spoken untrue. Grandfather said that the stories people told (the epitaphs) would come anyway no matter what it said on the tombstone, so it didn’t matter one way or the other, to have AMOT MATOOY, 1922-1955 engraved. Be- |