My head banged the floor and I saw a fountain of ,arks gowhizzing across my field of vision. Seine where toy steamboats bucked the cur-rent, towing shinyvarnished barges that had lace curtains and gerani Joe said, Yare? But the man who said his name was Jones paid no atten-tion and went right on and said how he had t In a weird way, I wasgrateful to him.
I saw a summer afternoon in theyear of. Part of me had beenexpecting something to happen. But I don't thinkwe had any choice, hon. Then I detoured to the payphone and, tucking my paper under my arm, opened the phone book.
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