Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands. “You too sing?” he asked.
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