L&ll right how? she asked, cocking onewild eyebrow at me. A kind of memorial, if you will. Devore and the others didn't bury them where I found them, not to beginwith. Seine where toy steamboats bucked the cur-rent, towing shinyvarnished barges that had lace curtains and gerani
Rommie Bissonette looked tremendouslyrelieved. The trol eycar was crowded with strikers and their wives and children. eadfirst into a Glad Bag, I thought, thenpressed the back of my hand against my mouth to stifle a spate oflunatic cackles. This is for Naomi.
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