‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. He glanced up. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. “Thank you both for treating me for all the world like I was your child. “Love should be enough, John, but it never is. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. The Jew got in first. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise.
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