She'd not got backto me. You're joking. It was a photograph, she saw, a picture in a stark, monastic, woodenframe. Ted could barely force himself to say the words,but they had to be said.
What Ithought was that when you told me, we'd decide together what we wantedto do. course, she said and she fished in her track suit top andbrought out a rubber band that she used to discipline her steel woolhair. His daughter's with him. Neither of them wept.
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