She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. I often wonder why the young always take us ancients for nambypamby creatures. I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. But it is only fair to warn you that it isn’t expected. It plucked shingles from the school building, threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting teeth. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. Both of them would be committing novel and unforgettable acts.
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