Goldstein into the apartment and to thekitchen, seeking for words of comfort while she poured coffee for Mrs. You is a special lady, Miz Laura. You are tall; I thought you a big woman, queenly -and after all you are a little thing, I could break you with my two hands, little bones like a bird's- He closed the fingers around her wrist. The heat wave had broken.
The day was steamy hot. No compliments, Laura admonished tenderly. Shyly Laura reported to Iris over their Friday night spaghetti dinnerthat she had a date with Bernie Hunter. The Gestapo? Doris asked while she pulled on a robe.
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