Al day she worked in a canteen and evenings she went out, supper and dancing, every night with a dif-ferent aviation officer. her fingers to the bone for her sister who was only a fussy old maid and overcharged so, though of course she I satup with a yell, clutching at my chest. Then I drew myselfsome cold water, drank it down, and made my way cautiously along thenorth-wing corridor by the pallid yellow glow of the bathroomnightlight.
I grayed out and kneesbuckled. I thumbed through the fax-sheets again. I thought, She'smade it--take her into the country-club dining room now, dressed just asshe is, and she shuts everyone else down. I ain't got nothin to say to you.
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