"Oh, that." He grinned rather sfully. "They do us a grand favor, Rusty andMag. We laugh over it: how they think they break our hearts when all the time wewant them to run away. I assure you, we were laughing when the sadness came."
His eyes searched the litter on the floor; he picked up a ball of yelloer. "This,"
he said.
It was a telegram from Tulip, Texas: Received notice young Fred killed in aoverseas stop your husband and children join in the sorrow of our mutual loss stopletter follows love Doc. Holly never mentioned her brain: except once.
Moreover, she stopped calling me Fred. June, July, all through the warm months shehibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had e and gone. Herhair darkened, she put o. She became rather careless about her clothes:used to rush round to the delicatessen wearing a rain-slicker and nothingunderh. José moved into the apartment, his name replag Mag Wildwoods onthe mailbox. Still, Holly was a good deal ……（内容加载失败！）
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