You need a vacation from your ownthoughts, Mattie said. moking cigarettes or waving punks tokeep the bugs away, cheering our guys when they did something good,laughing when they did something stupid. I closed the LittleGolden Treasury of Fairy Tales and put it on the coffee-table beside acouple of other stacked books--whatever Mattie was reading, I presumed. Might have been a dozen timesor more.
Now or later. I was better than halfway downthe driveway now. cleaning the sparkplugs with a pocketknife-11-A. Quinlan inserted his key in Slot A and turned it.
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