YOU HAVE JUST MET
ELEANOR MAXWELL
Big eyes to foretell the future, fingernails that have
scratched, a handy way with a knife and heart. You
have just met Eleanor Maxwell. Take five, as the
jazz guys say - sit back, cool your heels.
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I can't hear anything anymore : there's music, or
what they call, and loud noises everywhere -
lawnmowers, cars, power saws, trimmers.
What gives? I've not been given a place to hide.
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I've seen a building out in the weeds, basically a
shack in the woods. It has six doors, for no apparent
reason. Six doors. I asked my friend Sal Marcano
why, and he said it had been a practice shed for his
Dad's construction crew. I guess they installed doors.
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Now, it's simpler : they make buildings of of glass
and windows. The real mystery is - no way in,
and no way out, how now do they manage at all?
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