07/02/2026 21:41

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, you cannever tell. and the revolution. How the three of them would laugh later aboutthat! I called John Storrow instead, wanting him to tell me I was doingthe right thing, the only thing that made any sense. Bill, I said at last, are we still friends?  Christ, yes, he said promptly.

I almost told you a day or two before we buried her. Triedto tell myself that, anyway. I don't-- There's a pot with tomato plants in it by the trailer steps. All that was true, andyet my mind tried to fix on something.