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Oleander Park, or people without family responsibilities, like Ave Boone, or people who had no choice. “Now? Sell everything?” Would it be giving up, admitting defeat to everyone? “Not the boat,” he says. “I’ve only got three more payments on the boat.”
    “Okay, fine, honey. Not the boat. And not the car, if you want. Things we need. But everything else. Then we can take the money and go to California, or go down to Arizona, if you want. Anywhere. I don’t care. Anywhere, so long as it’s somewhere else, where there’s a future for us. We’re not dead,” she says. “We’re not. It’s this
place
that’s dead.”
    “I don’t know about California. I don’t know anybody out west, you realize. I mean, you can’t just wander into a town and start your life over,” he says. “What about Florida? Oleander Park. With Eddie. You know.”
    Elaine lapses into silence and scowls slightly. She says, “Well …” then stops.
    Elaine does not like Eddie, even though he’s her husband’s only brother, and she pities Eddie’s wife Sarah, because of the way Eddie treats her, and she thinks their daughter Jessica is stupid and a little on the homely side. Bob always insists that Eddie means well, and Sarah gets her kicks from suffering, she’s a whiner, and though whiners drive him crazy, that’s all she is, so he can ignore her, and Elaine should too, and Jessica, poor kid, she’s just going through an awkward stage. Consequently, Elaine rarely voices her feelings about them, and until now she has felt immense relief whenever, after Eddie has made his annual pitch, Bob has turned him down. The pitch runs like this: “Listen, Bob, you move the fucking wife and kids down, I’ll put yourFrench ass to work tomorrow morning managing the fucking store in Oleander Park while I set up that new cocksucker I been planning over in Lakeland, and also I got a few cute little real estate deals on the back burner I can keep myself busy with and maybe cut you a piece of, and then in a few years, if you’re still interested, we can work out a parnership deal, maybe open a goddamned chain of stores, like Martignetti’s down in Massachusetts, and get cocksucking big, you know? Big. The fucking Dubois brothers. Like those Dunfey brothers from Hampton who run all those hotels now. The Dubois Boys. Right? Just like the old days, only now it’s palm trees and all that tanned pussy in bikinis. Sand in your shoes, Bob. Think about it. That’s all I’m asking, just think about it. Because if you ever get sick of shoveling all that fucking snow, all you got to do is call me up, brother, and you got a job in Oleander Park, a job that a hell of a lot of guys’d give their left nut for. So think about it, okay?”
    Bob, as recently as a month ago at Thanksgiving, when Eddie last called, has always smiled and said thanks, but he spent ten years learning how to fix oil burners, a trade there wasn’t much call for in Florida, and besides, he was happy. He had a good job, a nice house, a loving wife and two healthy kids, a future too, one that was connected to his past and made sense to him. Throwing all that away and starting over in Florida didn’t make sense to him.
    “Well what?” Bob asks his wife. “Eddie’s doing all right in Florida, you know that. He has from the first down there. And he wants me to come down. You know that.”
    “Yes, sure I know. It’s just … we’ve talked about all this before. The Florida business and Eddie’s offers, and you were the one … it was always you, you were the one who said Eddie would be hard to work for, and the idea of running a liquor store always seemed boring to you, I thought.”
    She stands and walks to the TV and snaps it off, and the room suddenly seems vacant, as if they have wandered into it in search of someone not at home. “Let’s go to bed, Bob.”
    “I’ll get the skates for Ruthie tomorrow,” he says. “First thing in the morning.”
    “I know, honey. I