munro, Abe . pate 2, Fendi : Coarksye, loositae, marriage, 1001, Quesei SEs ow don hse, jut mining cher und mye enn il soe dies a antes eng ey Sel ‘hcsmmer aos kingship’ ead Diy Eigeinghen, bens bene a Ju caret my ore dco yl al The Bear Came Over faa fl the Mountain Fiona lived in er parents’ house, in the town where she and Grant ‘went to university twas aig, bay-windowed house that seemed 0 Grant both hnxurious and dsordery, with rugs crooked on the floors and cup rings bitten into the table varnish: Her mother was Teclandie—s powerful woman with a froth of witte hair end indignant far-left polities, The father wis an important cardial Bs, revered around the hospital but happily subservient at home, ‘where he would listen to strange trades with an abseatminded smile All kindof peopl, rch or shabby-looking, delivered these trades, and kept coming nd going and arguing and conferring, sometimes in foreign accens. Fiona had her own litle cat ands pile of cashmere sweaters, but she wast in a sorotity and this tivity in her house was probubly the reason. Notthat she cared. Sororities were joke to her, an so was pol itis, though se liked to play “The Four Insuegent General on the phonograph, and sometimes also she played the “Inter, ational,” very loud, i there was a guest she thought she could sake nervous. A cutly-haired, gloomy-looking foreigner was ‘courting her~she said he was a Visigoth—and so were swo or three quite respectable and uneasy young interns She made fun of ~275—The Bear Came Over he Mountain —277— them allan of Grantas well She would dolly repeat some of i site of the house, had od eral she needed to know about at small-town phrases, He thought maybe she was joking when tudes poies) ‘proposed to him, ona cold bright day on the beach at Port Stale Qthetwise Flona with her fine bone and smal saphice eyes Sand was singing their faces and the waves delivered cra ‘as nothing like her mother, She hada slighty ereoked mouth Toads of gravel atthe fe. 4 which she emphasized now with red lipstick with ced lpsick—asually the fast thing she did before she lei the house, She looked jst like he. self on this day-—direct and vague asin fact she was, sweet and Over year ago Grant had stared noticing so many litle yellow totestackpalloverthe ows Thar want nly neared Hiches foo etme fst choy lack base shoes oil always wet dings down-—the le of a book she'd heard men letvaae eiad ue tioned onthe ado othe jobs she wanted to make suze she did he “L thought they'd quit doing that,” she said in a tone of of day, Even her morning schedule was written down—he found it nary annoyance and perplexity, rubbing atthe gray smear ‘mystifying and touching in its precision Ike if bd een dey gee rn, 7am. Voge r30-74 tet ace alk ry-g wal, 84 y a greasy craye Grant and Breakfast, om The new nts were diet. Taped ot the kitchen drew