quot;Never love a ; ;t ake. ime it you cant give your to a ronger t. Until trong enougo run into to a tree. taller tree. ts yourself love a t;
quot;S; Joe Bell informed me.
quot;Moderately,quot; ;But Doc kne. I explained it to and. e so eac; S t; be intains by no;
quot;s salkin about?quot; Joe Bell asked me.
ed ini. quot;Lets ; souc mine. quot;Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- its better to look at ty place; so vague. Just a country w;
tRALER MARRIES FOURt bannered it belonged to anot of text t I could see read: Rut;Rustyquot; traen accused of pro-Nazi sympato Greeniful -- Not t I ed to read any more. rain. But Id been ted t seen really, since our drunken Sunday at Joe Bells bar. tervening oo complicated to recount board able interest; and, ly escaped tation of a small toering anote. Betainty of my draft status and a lack ofspecific experience, I couldnt seem to find anot urning from a discouraging intervieor oft ney of to a state of nervous inertia. So I more t it epositive. If quot;absurd foetus,quot; t in t as ,rage a little t of being in love tle. For I as Id once been in love man egory of love generates jealousy, too.
ation I bougail-end of tsentence, discovered t Rustys bride iful cover girl from t tcz so limp ook a taxi t of the way home.
Madame Sapp me in the hall, wild-eyed and wringing her hands.
quot;Run,quot; s;Bring t;
It sounded like it. As tigers . A riot ofcrasurned furniture. But t seem unnatural. quot;Run,quot; s;tell t;
I ran; but only upstairs to : tsubsided. Stopped altoget leading to let me in unanss to break doed in a bruised so go for t;Sup,quot; sold, quot;and get out of my ;
It e; Ybarra-Jaegar. Looking not at all t Brazilian diplomat; butsy and frig of oo. And, using ;In ; o a manaccompanying him.
Since no one prevented me, I folloo tment, last tmas tree led, veryliterally: its broorn-up books, broken lampsand pied, its contents tossedaround t of t was calmly licking a puddle of milk.
In ttles made me gag. I steppedon tered,t is Joseacute; so blindly, seemed not to see tor, ing ;Youre a tired young lady. Very tired. You to go to sleep, dont you?
Sleep.quot;
finger. quot;Sleep,quot;
sed, fretful c; me. Let me s. I sa;
quot;it; lullabied tor, selecting from his black case ahypodermic.
Joseacute; averted t of a needle. quot;;
Englision an unintended irony. quot;S;
quot;Didnt a bit, no?quot; inquired tor, smugly dabbing ton.
So sufficiently to focus tor. quot;Everyts. ; But s need their own accord.
quot;S; insisted Joseacute;.
quot;Please, sir,quot; tor e s ;if you ient.quot;
Joseacute; o t room, iptoeing presence of Madame Spanella. quot;Dont touc; sened as o tuguese oaths.
, too; or so I surmised from his expression.
Instead, ed me to tle ained dry vermout;I ; ;I ting like a crazy. I must is too delicate: my name, my ;
o learn t I sa;scandalquot;; demolise affair.
quot;It is only a question of grieving,quot; ; stle. to bring a doctor.quot;
quot;But ed to kno; over, Rusty? If I ;
quot;Rusty?quot;
I ill carrying my newspaper, and she headline.