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commercials.”
    “I had the same thought myself not long ago. You can, by turning it off, but you don’t know when to turn it back on again.”
    “TV spoils you. Somebody starts yammering at you, telling you their flashlight batteries keep going and going and going . . .”
    “I kind of like that rabbit, though.”
    “So do I, but I don’t want to hear about it. Watching it’s another matter. I tried NPR, but it’s not just commercials, it’s all the other crap you don’t want to hear. Traffic, weather, and please-send-us-money-so-we-won’t-have-to-keep-asking-you-for-money. So I started playing the TV all the time, muting it whenever it got on my nerves, and the commercials aren’t so bad when you can’t hear what they’re saying. Some of them, with the sound off you can’t even tell what they’re selling.”
    “But you’ve got it mute all the time, Dot.”
    “What I found out,” she said, “is that damn near everything on television is better with the sound off. And that way it doesn’t interfere with the rest of your life. You can read the paper or talk on the phone and the TV doesn’t distract you. If you don’t look at it, you get so that you forget it’s on.”
    “Then why not turn it off?”
    “Because it gives me the illusion that I’m not all alone in a big old barn of a house waiting for my arteries to harden. Keller, do you suppose we could change the channel? Not on the TV, on this conversation. Will you do me a big favor and change the subject?”
    “Sure,” he said. “Dot, have you ever noticed anything odd about my thumb?”
    “Your thumb?”
    “This one. Does it look strange to you?”
    “You know,” she said, “I’ve got to hand it to you, Keller. That’s the most complete change of subject I’ve ever encountered in my life. I’d be hard put to remember what we were talking about before we started talking about your thumb.”
    “Well?”
    “Don’t tell me you’re serious? Let me see. I’d have to say it looks like a plain old thumb to me, but you know what they say. You’ve seen one thumb . . .”
    “But look, Dot. That’s the whole point, that they’re not identical. See how this one goes?”
    “Oh, right. It’s got that little . . .”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Are mine both the same? Like two peas in a pod, as far as I can make out. This one’s got a little scar at the base, but don’t ask me how I got it because I can’t remember. Keller, you made your point. You’ve got an unusual thumb.”
    “Do you believe in destiny, Dot?”
    “Whoa! Keller, you just switched channels again. I thought we were discussing thumbs.”
    “I was thinking about Louisville.”
    “I’m going to take the remote control away from you, Keller. It’s not safe in your hands. Louisville?”
    “You remember when I went there.”
    “Vividly. Kids playing basketball, guy in a garage, and, if I remember correctly, the subtle magic of carbon monoxide.”
    “Right.”
    “So?”
    “Remember how I had a bad feeling about it, and then a couple got killed in my old room, and—“
    “I remember the whole business, Keller. What about it?”
    “I guess I’ve just been wondering how much of life is destined and preordained. How much choice do people really have?”
    “If we had a choice,” she said, “we could be having some other conversation.”
    “I never set out to be what I’ve become. It’s not like I took an aptitude test in high school and my guidance counselor took me aside and recommended a career as a killer for hire.”
    “You drifted into it, didn’t you?”
    “That’s what I always thought. That’s certainly what it felt like. But suppose I was just fulfilling my destiny?”
    “I don’t know,” she said, cocking her head. “Shouldn’t there be music playing in the background? There always is when they have conversations like this in one of my soap operas.”
    “Dot, I’ve got a murderer’s thumb.”
    “Oh, for the love of God, we’re back to your thumb. How did you manage that, and what in the hell are you talking about?”
    “Palmistry,” he said. “In palmistry, a thumb like mine is called a murderer’s thumb.”
    “In palmistry.”
    “Right.”
    “I grant you it’s an unusual-looking thumb,” she said, “although I never noticed it in all the years I’ve known you, and never would have noticed it if you hadn’t pointed it out. But where does the murderer part come in? What do you do, kill people by running your thumb across