Pg. 2
Miss Wonderly
on the edge of
Spade sank into
her smiled politely.
the v's in his face grew
bell and muffled whir
through the closed door.
power-driven machine
cigarette smoldered in
limp cigarettes. Ragged
yellow top of desk
that were there.
ked at him. She swallowed
I thought - I - that is - "Then
ing teeth and said noth -
, pleading
and we didn't have the same friends.
been as close as sisters should be.
rope. It would kill them. I've got to
come home.
"Yes," he said
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