” “Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. Drink the toast, Jack. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. She says that everyone in the house makes too much noise, my Dad snores, and that when the house is empty, the traffic noise is nearly deafening. “I’ve got—I have to tell you this to make myself clear—a streak of ardent animal in my composition.
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