Ann Veronica glanced at the mirror to discover a flushed and dishevelled disorder. “So I see that you have become content with your hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your Martin Chen!” “Who?” “Your limp-wristed lover!” “Um. “I have been amusing myself up to now by trying to earn my living,” she replied. “The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call her by your old name. I am always reinventing myself with new styles. “You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered. He stood by her side, and he suffered her hands to rest in his.
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