She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. She felt that Ann Veronica had duped her in that dream, and now that she had come up to London she might as well speak her mind. Mike and Shari sat at the kitchen table eating potato chips. Then enter Mr.
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