I hadn't seen a typed personal letterfrom my wife in all the time we'd been married--if nothing else, shewould have considered it shitty etiquette. Hold on, George! Mattie and the others had started stacking picnic things beside thesink, but I'm almost pos Make it Mike. But is that enough?What else are you going to put on your back jrty? I didn't want to thinkabout that, not then.
I wish to God I hadn't been. A drink was whatI should do, I decided, and then maybe another drink to scratch thefirst one's back. The dim glowof the nightlight showed darker stuff, however. I breathed shallowly and tentatively.
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