But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. We simply can’t get away. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. I don’t think they do matter. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. “I had a visit from Sir John in my rooms,” she said.
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