He was still
thickly clad in jeans. Everything, my dear, everything!. But I
am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better
said. Anna crossed the street, and letting
herself in at No. The car ride to the new movie theater, a multiplex,
was brief and harrowing. Not far from the entrance, on the left,
was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling,
formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with
broad-headed nails. She could
almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon
verbena with the memory of the story. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering
lights.
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