Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. And now her mind was so full of the thought that she was in love—in love!—that marvellous state! that I really believe she had some dim idea of talking to him about it. They would forget to feed them as well so I spent a lot of time shoplifting in grocery stores and sifting through garbage behind restaurants. He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the mother love.
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