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turret room, looking down at him. He saw Dan looking up and waved. The same solemn wave Dan remembered from his childhood, when Tony had come often. Dan closed his eyes, then opened them. Tony was gone. Had never been there in the first place, how could he have been? The window was boarded up.
    The sign on the lawn, gold letters on a green background the sameshade as the house itself, read HELEN RIVINGTON HOUSE.
    They have a cat in there, he thought. A gray cat named Audrey.
    This turned out to be partly right and partly wrong. There was acat, and it was gray, but it was a neutered tom and its name wasn’t Audrey.
    Dan looked at the sign for a long time—long enough for the clouds to part and send down a biblical beam—and then he walked on. Althoughthe sun was now bright enough to twinkle the chrome of the few slant-parked cars in front of Olympia Sports and the Fresh Day Spa, the snow still swirled, making Dan think of something his mother had said during similar spring weather, long ago, when they had lived in Vermont: The devil’s beating his wife .
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    A block or two up from the hospice, Dan stopped again. Across the street from the townmunicipal building was the Frazier town common. There was an acre or two of lawn, just beginning to show green, a bandstand, a softball field, a paved basketball half-court, picnic tables, even a putting green. All very nice, but what interested him was a sign reading
    VISIT TEENYTOWN
    FRAZIER’S “SMALL WONDER”
    AND RIDE THE TEENYTOWN RAILWAY!
    It didn’t take a genius to see that Teenytown wasa teeny replica of Cranmore Avenue. There was the Methodist church he had passed, its steeple rising all of seven feet into the air; there was the Music Box Theater; Spondulicks Ice Cream; Mountain Books; Shirts & Stuff; the Frazier Gallery, Fine Prints Our Specialty. There was also a perfect waist-high miniature of the single-turreted Helen Rivington House, although the two flanking brick buildingshad been omitted. Perhaps, Dan thought, because they were butt-ugly, especially compared to the centerpiece.
    Beyond Teenytown was a miniature train with TEENYTOWN RAILWAY painted on passenger cars that were surely too small tohold anyone larger than toddler size. Smoke was puffing from the stack of a bright red locomotive about the size of a Honda Gold Wing motorcycle. He could hear the rumbleof a diesel engine. Printed on the side of the loco, in old-fashioned gold flake letters, was THE HELEN RIVINGTON. Town patroness, Dan supposed. Somewhere in Frazier there was probably a street named after her, too.
    He stood where he was for a bit, although the sun had gone back in and the day had grown cold enough for him to see his breath. As a kid he’d always wanted an electric train set andhad never had one. Yonder in Teenytown was a jumbo version kids of all ages could love.
    He shifted his duffel bag to his other shoulder and crossed the street. Hearing Tony again—and seeing him—was unsettling, but right now he was glad he’d stopped here. Maybe this really was the place he’d been looking for, the one where he’d finally find a way to right his dangerously tipped life.
    You take yourself with you, wherever you go .
    He pushed the thought into a mental closet. It was a thing he was good at. There was all sorts of stuff in that closet.
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    A cowling surrounded the locomotive on both sides, but he spied a footstool standing beneath one low eave of the Teenytown Station, carried it over, and stood on it. The driver’s cockpit contained two sheepskin-covered bucket seats. Itlooked to Dan as if they had been scavenged from an old Detroit muscle car. The cockpit and controls also looked like modified Detroit stock, with the exception of an old-fashioned Z-shaped shifter jutting up from the floor. There was no shift pattern; the original knob had been replaced with a grinning skull wearing a bandanna faded from red to pallid pink by years of gripping hands. The top halfof the steering wheel had

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