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March 15, 2005
continued from 14 March

"You gonna give up your Susan B. yet?"Regan says through her coin-filled mouth, nodding her head toward the polished coin that I keep in a sealed clear plastic box near my telephone.

"Only if you take off the cleats,"I say. "You know that.-

She shuts her mouth, stares at me without blinking, and swallows hard. She spits the half-dollar onto my desk and opens her mouth wide to show nothing else is there.

Big deal. Last week, only the dime remained.

For the rest of the hour she flips through a Pottery Barn catalogue.