“Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. And as a natural consequence, they don’t do so well, and they don’t get on—and so the world doesn’t pay them. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated. But, go and see who it is, love. Good night.
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