I used to think I was a classy dame up home and then I woke up one morning and found I was nothing but a goddam whore. In their place. What things, if any,would I do differently? I sometimes wonder about that. Becausenow I do nothing that makes a difference, I said at last, and once again the words astonished me.
Holy shit, the other one said. The noise was like great crunchingfootfalls, and I didn't need to worry about the noise my own feet weremaking. One, with aplaying-card bookmark about three quarters of the way through, was thepaperback edition of Richard North Patterson's Silent Witness. One afternoon shortly after arriving back home, I rummaged the closetsuntil I found the shoeboxes containing Jo's old photographs.
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