Why not? Itwas true. Buddy Jellison was just the same, all right--same dirty cooks' whitesand splotchy white apron, same black hair under a paper cap stained witheither beef-blood or strawberry juice. And yes-once you got past the slopped-together look of her,she was most extraordinarily pretty. I left the fridge with all thebeer still safe inside, went back to the phone, and called Mattie.
I think I want toscream. My first thought was that the littlegirl's big sister had been babysitting her, that Mattie and Mummy weretwo different people. Now the real world had filled up with bewildering thickets,there were things with teeth in some of them, and the wardrobe waslocked against me. (george went up on the fridge) Iwondered if Kennedy could help me with Andy Drake(drake on the fridge)--maybe give me some insights.
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