ence.’

    I dont believe in it’

    Sried to egg o an argument so t  mad and stay a alk and didnt seem to pay attention. After a  it look like a pilgrim forefath a gun in his hand?’

    It sure does. ts exactly s like. And see over t t bottle look like a funny man  on?’

    ?Na dont look a bit like one to me.’

    Sook a drink from a glass of er on t if you  to.  tle fists up to , even way because he was falling asleep.

    ait, George! s;th an M. Guess who I am.’

    George sigired. Are you harpo Marx?’

    No, Fm not even in the movies.’

    I dont know.’

    Sure you do. My name begins ter M and I live in

    Italy. You ougo guess this.’

    George turned over on  answer.

    My name begins  sometimes Im called a  f name beginning aly. You can guess. It and dark and George ed  did not aed in close to   little naked s wh decimals.

    as Mister Singer aly up and do on table?  a terrible afraidness like this one? No.

    in ttime. Yet at time and.

    If only sell  t ter.

    S of o tell er Singer—I kno any older ter Singer, I dont kno—Mister Singer. Mister Singer. She said his name over and over.

    Ster tter even t  love. It  like anyt in her life before.

    In togetalk.

    Sometimes sed very muco be close to George. aller and le ears. ed so t rained look.  teet t like eeth had  .

    been. Often  of feeling out teetongue.

    Listen here, George, she said. Do you love me?’

    Sure. I love you O.K.’