Chapter 23Cyrus Gowdy was at least twenty years younger in the photo. It was in color, eight inches by ten, mounted in a simple frame of black plastic.
And it was a revelation.
Gowdy stood under the twenty-foot Martian with the Martianland sign in the parking lot...only the Martian was a statue of a man with a beard and a long, black coat.
And the sign did not say "Martianland."
"What the f**k is 'Gaudiland?'" said Quincy. He had to duck to keep from bumping his head on the rafters of the little house under the willow.
It was more like a big shed, actually, extending ten feet from the tree's trunk in all directions. Light filtered in through the rows of tiny windows on all sides...but the brightness didn't change the fact that the place was extremely cramped and cluttered.
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