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half a second apart； the cans alternatively fell over or flew a foot or two in the air to the crashing report of the pistol。 Before the last was back on the ground from its brief flight； Kelly had ejected the spent magazine and was inserting another； and seven of the cans moved a little more。 He checked to be sure the weapon was clear； dropped the hammer； and replaced it in his belt before sitting down next to her。
‘It doesn‘t take all that much to be scary to a young girl without friends。 It takes a little more to scare me。 Pam； if anybody even thinks about hurting you； he has to talk to me first。‘
She looked over at the cans； then up at Kelly； who was pleased with himself and his marksmanship。 The demonstration had been a useful release for him； and in the brief flurry of activity； he‘d assigned a name or a face to each of the cans。 But he could see she still was not convinced。 It would take a little time。
‘Anyway。‘ He sat down with Pam again。 ‘Okay； you told me your story； right？‘
‘Yes。‘
‘Do you still think it makes a difference to me？‘
‘No。 You say it doesn‘t。 I guess I believe you。‘
‘Pam； not all the men in the world are like that … not very many； as a matter of tact。 You‘ve been unlucky； that‘s all。 There isn‘t anything wrong with you。 Some people get hurt in accidents or get sick。 Over in Vietnam I saw men get killed from bad luck。 It almost happened to me。 It wasn‘t because there was something wrong with them。 It was just bad luck； being in the wrong place； turning left instead of right； looking the wrong way。 Sarah wants you to meet some docs and talk it through。 I think she‘s right。 We‘re going to get you all fixed up。‘
‘And then？‘ Pam Madden asked。 He took a very deep breath； but it was too late to stop now。
‘Will you 。。。 stay with me； Pam？‘
She looked as though she‘d been slapped。 Kelly was stunned by her reaction。 ‘You can‘t； you‘re just doing it because …‘
Kelly stood and lifted her by the arms。 ‘Listen to me； okay？ You‘ve been sick。 You‘re getting better。 You‘ve taken everything that goddamned world could toss at you； and you didn‘t quit。 I believe in you！ It‘s going to take time。 Everything does。 But at the end of it； you will be one goddamned fine person。‘ He set her down on her feet and stepped back。 He was shaking with rage； not only at what had happened to her； but at himself for starting to impose his will on her。 ‘I‘m sorry。 I shouldn‘t have done that。 Please； Pam 。。。 just believe in yourself a little。‘
‘It‘s hard。 I‘ve done terrible things。‘
Sarah was right。 She did need professional help。 He was angry at himself for not knowing exactly what to say。
The next few days settled into a surprisingly easy routine。 Whatever her other qualities； Pam was a horrible cook； which failing made her cry twice with frustration； though Kelly managed to choke down everything she prepared with a smile and a kind word。 But she learned quickly； too； and by Friday she‘d figured out how to make hamburger into something tastier than a piece of charcoal。 Through it all； Kelly was there； encouraging her； trying hard not to be overpowering and mainly succeeding。 A quiet word； a gentle touch； and a smile were his tools。 She was soon aping his habit of rising before dawn。 He started getting her to exercise。 This came very hard indeed。 Though basically healthy； she hadn‘t run more than half a block in years； and so he made her walk around the island； starting with two laps； by the end of the week up to five。 She spent her afternoons in the sun； and without much to wear she most often did so in her panties and bra。 She acquired the beginnings of a tan； and never seemed to notice the thin； pale marks on her back that made Kelly‘s blood chill with anger。 She began to pay more serious attention to her appearance； showering and washing her hair at least once per day； brushing it out to a silky gloss； and Kelly was always there to ment on it。 Not once did she appear to need the phenobarbital Sarah had left behind。 Perhaps she struggled once or twice； but by using exercise instead of chemicals； she worked herself onto a normal wake…sleep routine。 Her smiles acquired more confidence； and twice he caught her looking into the mirror with something other than pain in her eyes。
‘Pretty nice； isn‘t it？‘ he asked Saturday evening； just after her shower。
‘Maybe；‘ she allowed。
Kelly lifted a b from the sink and started going through her wet hair。 ‘The sun has really lightened it up for you。‘
‘It took a while to get all the dirt out；‘ she said； relaxing to his touch。
Kelly struggled with a tangle； careful not to pull too hard。 ‘But it did e out； Pammy； didn‘t it？‘
‘Yeah； I guess so； maybe；‘ she told the face in the mirror。
‘How hard was that to say； honey？‘
‘Pretty hard。‘ A smile； a real one with warmth and conviction。
Kelly set the b down and kissed the base of her neck； letting her watch in the mirror。 Kelly got the b back and continued his work。 It struck him as very unmanly； but he loved doing this。 ‘There； all straight； no tangles。‘
‘You really ought to buy a hair…dryer。‘
Kelly shrugged。 ‘I‘ve never needed one。‘
Pam turned around and took his hands。 ‘You will； if you still want to。‘
He was quiet for perhaps ten seconds； and when he spoke； the words didn‘t quite e out at they should； for now the fear was his。 ‘You sure？‘
‘Do you still …‘
‘Yes！‘ It was hard lifting her with wet hair； still nude and damp from the shower； but a man had to hold his woman at a time like this。 She was changing。 Her ribs were less pronounced。 She‘d gained weight on a regular； healthy diet。 But it was the person inside who had changed the most。 Kelly wondered what miracle had taken place； afraid to believe that he was part of it； but knowing that it was so。 He set her down after a moment； looking at the mirth in her eyes； proud that he‘d helped to put it there。
‘I have my rough edges； too；‘ Kelly warned her； unaware of the look in his eyes。
‘I‘ve seen most of them；‘ she assured him。 Her hands started rubbing over his chest； tanned and matted with dark hair； marked with scars from bat operations in a faraway place。 Her scars were inside； but so were so