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COAT OF ARMS Walking across the swamp in high heels the woman was quick to point out the several injustices. It was sloshy Micmac country the grass stone yellow. Far in the distance beyond the old railroad bridge was their boat. Theyd left it in order to trek to an inn for lunch one theyd seen earlier on the road but now the swamp had ruined everythingmoved from out of the background and into the foreground. Kennebec. People in the inn could just make them out the woman holding her skirt like a tablecloth green in the air the frequent stoPs the arguments. Inside the inn the owners collie tuned herself like an old ship-to-shore radio finally zeroing in and then fading out a radio curiosity never quite making it to a bark. They finally got there. Everyone at the inn was now asleep. They ordered deep rich scallop chowder. The woman slid her toe in first then a long tan readers leg. The innkeeper grinned. She unpeeled her muddy clothing and sunk below the surface. The collie ran to the shore of her chowder barking. The beau added pepper. The living room was Agamenticus. Everyone was startled when her heel floated up upside down revealing her familys Scottish coat of arms. z8