Thank God she was a Maugham fan. I hadn't gotten around toinviting him down yet, and now wasn't sure I wanted to. They were still scattered hell to breakfast, and that was sort of arelief. She laid the list in the middle of the blotter under a rawcopper paperweight from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan,checking off with a neat W.
A wind out of the southblew the fallen leaves past me and between my legs in rattly, fragrantgusts. ?And Wil got sore and said, Ain't you got the sense to tel a good girl from a hooker? And Joe said wel , you never could tel nowadays. Lightning flashed above us. In fact I had started to wish I'dleft five minutes sooner.
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