I'm nogood at boats in bottles, and my wife was the one with the green thumb. Once for yes, twice for no--what's on your mind, Houdini? But the figurestanding by the window made no reply at all. Then, in the spring, I started to get some extremelycreepy, scary feelings. It was a peculiar kind of writing.
In any case shelaughs that raucous, smoke-broken laugh which is her trademark. I would insert one in the Memo-Scriber tonight, slide the volume controlas high as it would go, and put the machine in its DICTATE mode. ont deck with her hair blowing in the wind, sniffing the funny steamboat harbor overseas smel and feeling like a twoyearold. I'll be with Mattie, getting as much as I can.
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