Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. ” He was slightly tipsy. ” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. Finger to his lips, Gerald pointed in the direction of the noise.
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