turned cold, she could see him with his feet up on his desk, and it was always the same: Cabot bread, peanut butter and jam, a thermos of teaâamazing, she thought, the detail she could see through the old telescope, though it had to be tipped this way and that when the reflection of the sky shimmered, totally amazing it was; sometimes, believe it or not, even through her lace curtains, she could read his watch for the time of day and see the rise and fall of his breathing, which often seemed synchronous to her own, and all of this, mind you, through this one small telescopeâsteady nowâall brass, left to her thirteen years before when her husband, John Cluett, fell from the deck of his dragger into Halifax Harbour, weighed down by three sweaters, a woolen overcoat, oilskins, heavy boots, a mortgage of three thousand dollars, and a photo in his wallet of Hilda Cluett, then Hilda Hickey, age twenty-one, out at the barasway, squinting into what must have been a high sun, so unguarded she was.
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â HE COULD PAINT houses.â
âClyde?â
âHe could use the money.â
âFor sure.â
âWe could set him up.â
âHeâd need a ladder. Does Clyde go up ladders?â
âNot sure. Iâve seen him on a stepstool.â
âLike in the kitchen?â
âThatâs it.â
âHowâd he look?â
âFine. Steady. Mind you itâs not that high.â
âWhat else?â
âHeâd need a hat with a brim.â
âThe brim, it keeps the paint off.â
âThatâs right. Lots of times you look up.â
âHeâd need one of them flat chisels too, for peeling off the old paint.â
âA scraper.â
âThatâs it, start of every job. Scrape the old paint off.â
âThatâs the hard part.â
âToo hard, you ask me.â
âThe rollers for the walls, thatâs easy.â
âClyde could do rollers.â
âTrouble is, you canât use the rollers on clapboard. Itâs a bad fit.â
âThatâs the truth. For that you need a brush, the old kind.â
âThe kind with a hand-grip.â
âSo we sets him up with a ladder, a hat with a brim, a brush or two, and a chisel.â
âHe needs an outfit too.â
âLike baggy pants?â
âBaggy pants, baggy shirt, hat with a brim.â
âKeep the T-shirt clean.â
âClyde wears them shirts for days and days.â
â Save the Great Auk .â
âIâm sick of that one.â
âMe too. Worse shirt ever. I could care less about the Great Auk. Itâs a bird, isnât it?â
âIt was. Itâs not anymore.â
âYou know that Clyde, thereâs a boy needs too much help. High maintenance, thatâs what he is.â
âThem stories he writes? Theyâre useless for money.â
âI heard that. Never tried it myself.â
âDonât, is my advice. Youâd perish.â
âWriters drink.â
âNot Clyde.â
âTrue enough. Rare you see Clyde with a drink.â
âSo the plan is, we set him up as a housepainter, we teach him how to do it.â
âSounds good. Good to help Clyde out.â
âHow much would he make?â
âCanât pay him by the hour, heâs way too slow.â
âYouâd go under.â
âFor sure.â
âLetâs think about the best place to start.â
âShea Heights.â
âHamilton Avenue, Iâd say.â
âWhy there?â
âWorn-out houses there, lots of them on the hill.â
âFine.â
âThis is how it works. You and I, we do the quote. Hamilton Avenue, any old house, thereâs one, we stop the truck, turn the wheels into the curb.â
âTurn the wheels?â
âItâs steep. That way, no runaway vehicles. Itâs happened.â
âTo
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