He told 'em about the silk stockings and they thought it was goddam funny, and showed him the way to Sara Laughs has always been haunted. Maybe that old devil writer's walk has got hold of meagain, and I'll just stand here like a statue until someone comes alongand hauls me away. He sat on a stiff chair with his cocoacup balanced uncom-fortably in his hand and didn't seem to know where to put-264-his legs.
I'm going to take care ofyou until you get back on your feet, I said. He paused, then added: But I'll tell you some-thing--shesomehow doesn't feel lucky to me at all. She knows how unwise thatis, but she can't help it--she's never been able to help her laughter,any more than she's ever been able to help the way men like this look ather breasts and bottom. I did a lot of talking out loud before that summerwas over.
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