It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. “I wish you didn’t. ” To remain, she felt, was to concede everything. Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. The man is a stranger to me. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me.
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