He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. I did not have to dig deep in my imagination to create the status-obsessed suburban environment of Lucy’s modern milieu. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. When he returned from pissing, he sat down with her. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked. She looked at him gravely and squinted. " "Funny, about that coat. That is why I am here.
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