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Marc Erdrich
money stolen by local vendors who copy CDs and sell them
illegally on the street.
“You don’t really think I had anything to do with this, do
you?” he says, her silence impugning his guilt. “I mean, how
could you? The trouble started as soon as we arrived.”
“I didn’t say you had anything to do with it,” she says at
last, looking at him, the weariness in her voice a further accu-
sation of his responsibility for their current predicament.
“Well then, everyone was at fault”, he counters. “But it’s
not true that the trouble started as soon as we arrived. We liked
Dawn and Russ right from the beginning. It was because of
them we came back, remember?”
Harry loves his wife dearly, and he knows she is right. It
was his fault, but he is not yet ready to admit his role in the
breakdown in communications that led them to their current
situation. So he continues with his rant.
“How can you say that it was my fault?” he asks. “Our in-
tentions were noble from the beginning.” He pauses momen-
tarily then adds, self-righteously, “We should have seen right
through them.”
“Noble?” she replies. “I wouldn’t call accusing a man of
being a racist, noble.”
“But it’s true,” Harry says. “He is a racist.”
“I know it may be true, but you didn’t have to say it to his
face.”
“I didn’t call him a racist…”
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