Beer　cans　in　the　corners。

I　went　out　through　the　kitchen；　where　dinner　preparations　were　getting　started。　〃What　you　got　in　that　bag；　Mr。　Edgebe？〃　Norton　asked　me。

〃It's　an　empty　bottle；〃　I　said。　〃I've　discovered　the　Fountain　of　Youth　down　there　in　the　woods。　I　pop　down　every　afternoon　about　this　time　and　draw　a　little。　I　drink　it　at　bedtime。　Good　stuff；　I　can　tell　you。〃

〃May　be　keepin　you　young；〃　said　George；　the　other　cook；　〃but　it　ain't　doin　shit　for　your　looks。…〃

We　all　had　a　laugh　at　that；　and　I　went　out。　I　found　myself　looking　around　for　Dolan　even　though　his　car　was　gone；　called　myself　a　chump　for　letting　him　get　so　far　under　my　skin；　and　crossed　the　croquet　course。　Beyond　it　is　a　scraggy　little　putting　green　that　looks　ever　so　much　nicer　in　the　Georgia　Pines　brochures；　and　beyond　that　is　a　path　that　winds　into　the　little　copse　of　woods　east　of　the　nursing　home。　There　are　a　couple　of　old　sheds　along　this　path；　neither　of　them　used　for　anything　these　days。　At　the　second；　which　stands　close　to　the　high　stone　wall　between　the　Georgia　Pines　grounds　and　Georgia　Highway　47；　I　went　in　and　stayed　for　a　little　while。

I　ate　a　good　dinner　that　night；　watched　a　little　TV；　and　went　to　bed　early。　On　many　nights　I'll　wake　up　and　creep　back　down　to　the　TV　room；　where　I　watch　old　movies　on　the　American　Movie　Channel。　Not　last　night；　though；　last　night　I　slept　like　a　stone；　and　with　none　of　the　dreams　that　have　so　haunted　me　since　I　started　my　adventur