“I wrote it for you. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Lucy asked. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. It took her only two towns away, near the Arby’s where Mike worked. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die.
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