pocket. It's Ermalinda, he said. My wife. Your wife, said Mia. Goodbye, Anderson. Anderson looked ...
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bathroom, she said. You've been in there a while and I've left my book on the stool by the ...
don't let me lose too much of my money," she said. "We'll only gamble with ...
I raised my five boys." Helen couldn't think of anything else to say. Her mind emptied. ...
learn my goddamn name already?" Jean comes into the kitchen and kisses Jack hello: his cheek is ...
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"You sound like my Mother," said Helena, looking away. "She was right then, if she ...
Richard, the architect of rock 'n' roll, talking to you from my hometown of Macon, ...
pot, waiting for my bowels to move." (Which, as Tommy sang it, sounded uncannily like Little ...
22, 1938. "My father... knows you better than you know yourself," Edmundson imagines ...