She was reading Les Misérables al the way up on the train and looking out at the greyishbrownish winter la I caught a glimpse of the framed Sara Laughs photo over mydesk when I did. The Street's theplace where good pups and vile dogs can walk side-by-side. A sweet hot haze came up from the slack water round the wharves blurring the lights down the waterfront.
Nah, God just told me I needed a hamburger at the Village Cafe, Isaid. I poked in threenumbers, then stopped, looking out at the lake. We usually stayed at Sara until the end of September--it was apeaceful, pretty time, as warm as summer. He grinned, revealing teeth that were crooked and a littleyellow, but all his own.
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