about her accident and Janey felt that she was stepping into a dead man's shoes and would have a stiff row to hoe. Instead, I rolled to my left. She insisted on riding a mean little pinto that bucked and threw her once or twice. The telephone book, on the other hand-Isnatched it off the dining-room table.
I remember. There was an ostentatious quality to this gesture; inthat moment he looked like a parlor magician showing you both sides of asilk handkerchief. Actually two new friends, I replied, trying to dredge up his name. What were you up to, hon? I asked, then began to investigate her deskdrawers.
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