She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. ” His walk became a jovial saunter. Still no sound. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. He first met her when he had caught her smoking behind the Joliet LaudrO-Matic one cool overcast day in late August. ’ He bowed and indicated the open door at the back of the hall.
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