said. I just dont know.’

    Id do somet it.’

    Not t’

    quot;t to be treated just like them.

    orse. I wishose men myself.’

    quot;t aint no Cian o talk, Portia said. Js can just rest back and knoo be ccing by Satan.’

    Anyill play his harp.’

    its sa about all he can do.’

    t. In tcure about. t table to tc in a baggy pair of trousers and a bathrobe.

    te greedily in tcs of the house.

    Mick or Copeland a cup of coffee mixed ery milk. to the saucer,

    so first  ed coffee at all.

    I wishem, Mick said.

    ted. t out to  for sc into one of t rooms. Mrs. Kelly oairs.

    te still stood in tor Copeland gazed up into  sound—t—but ion all te was gone.

    Doctor Copeland and Portia ime on tool in t last o go.

    *You sit back doo stay togeto fry some fisatoes for tay on o serve you a good  meal.’

    You know I have calls.’

    Less us just to really bust loose. Besides, I dont  you messing around in treets by yourself.’

    ated and felt t. It was very damp. Daugs.’

    Portia ove until t.

    Stoned  and turned up t his neck.

    and spat into one of t  tove. On t opped and spoke to eps. ed t ay ia if o get leave from work.

    teadily. to t refuse. As  he ground.

    rictly necessary visits. ttended to office patients from noon until ter s clencig it o try to cogitate on thing.

    o see a  at time  sit alone in ty room.  on  and  out again into t, cold street. In  ions to be lef