“All right?” asked the man with the light eyelashes, suddenly appearing in the doorway. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. Cathy's eyebrows perked up. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. “All the time he is shouting and muttering. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. I will always think of you with fondness, no matter what.
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