It's a lovely name, I said. hunks of white ice thatfell out of the sky, drummed on the roof like heavy fingers, and bouncedoff the hood. What the hel , this isn't Fifth Avenue. Want to help me? Sure.
I will, I said. But there was no need to tellthem. Only Kmart sells smock tops of such perfectshapelessness; I think it may be a federal law. I think the boy will grow up to be Buddyjellison'sfather.
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