They none of them went down to dinner although they were hungry and the stairs were rich with the smel of roast chicken. In the background I couldsee a black man wearing a derby at a killer angle (one thing aboutmusicians: they really know how to wear hats) and standing beside whatappeared to be a washtub bass. Not a lot, butenough to keep from fleeing, which was undoubtedly what she wanted. I'm afraid of- I'm afraid of writing, I heard myself saying out loud.
Whatever she was looking sr, she must never have written any of it down. She leaned over and patted Eleanor on the shoulder. I've got the number . ike me: that Ihadn't been on an actual vacation since Jo and I had gone to Bermuda,the winter before she died.
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