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“Look here,” he cried out of a silence, with a sudden flash of understanding,
“did you mean to throw me over when you came out with me this afternoon?”
Ann Veronica hesitated, and with a startled mind realized the truth. ‘And me, I am a lady. ” She whispered to him. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the
miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents,
the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a
filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. It would be protective; it would
with age turn to silver unnoticeably. In the pause a door could be heard opening and closing
on the landing up-stairs. There was no rush. ‘I know just
what he was doing. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working
son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. "That we were afraid," replied the other; "but never mind her. She liked to cook even though normal food was not
nourishing to her. .
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