I was better than halfway downthe driveway now. I opened to herbookmark, another playing card, and saw she was reading Bartleby. only now she had a kidding line and let them hug her and kiss her in taxicabs, in phonebooths, in people's backyards. They didn't have any champagne and nobody drank the liqueurs they ordered.
I replied that it was the least I could do, which was theabsolute truth, especially when I considered how much more time--both inperson and on the phone--he spent with our mother than I did. Show me some ID first. The rises again, chillinggooseflesh out onto my skin, and I wonder I have done to get myself allsweaty like this. I looked in toward theshore.
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