One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. As he was leaving the hotel, Ah Cum stepped up to his side. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. “We won’t. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection.
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