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SUIT AND TIE A man sat by a window on the third floor of a building. Lights were out on the first floor of the building. Lights were warm on the second but they were out too. He had walked upstairs and flushed the sidewalks the sidewalk maples and the long day quite behind him. His only trail was the stairs. Days like burnt toast. He looked behind him. Nothing was following. He looked again and made damn sure. He would leave everyone and think about the Night-Blooming Cereus and a group of people crowded around it at midnight on the r zth of June so many summers earlier. His wife had slipped under her blanket. Humans were digging in the earth gnarled hands pulling up coiled roots pulling up violins ground sounded below the whir of the air conditioner. He thought of the slip that hed found in his garage recording the first embarrassing white flower. The strong penmanship of his grandfather marked it down just as he had signed the USS Deltas captains Iog at Bizerte in r943. The flower came from a long candlelike bud after the Star Spangled Banner and the white hiss the early cable snapped off. Bizerte-the Navy flies hitting the buglight. All gone. He wondered about the plant. Strangely he wondered about it. Tuesday was moneys dark jelly. The phone rvas ringing downstairs. He could faintly hear it. He got up slowly and descended happily into the bloom. t