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“So where’s all my stuff?”
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“Squishing my cocoon.”
“I see,” Anne said. * * *
Deanna repeated her lines in the mirror. The warmth filled her mouth to overflowing, and part of it bobbed at the back of her throat. It was something weird. I’ve contacted a divorce lawyer and left his number by the phone so that you can call him tomorrow morning. Anne had gotten her hair done. City Hall, library, barbershop, Mike’s Diner, barbershop. It’s coming. There was just so much of him. Why not him? He had his other finger in the bible, so he wouldn’t lose his place. Even his artless kneading sent fireworks off in her bubbling head. She had decked it out with any number of posters and miscellania from trips to the City. It sprawled amiably in most directions, centered loosely around a wood-paneled staircase that pinwheeled up three floors. People in Calving talked about cows whenever the weather wasn’t interesting.