You brought us here, Iris said softly, her throat tight with misgivings. And tell him I want a copy of thenote she signed. Laura stayed home in theevenings and practised typing on the printed chart that stood in for atypewriter. Bernie, if you weren't a lawyer, would you want to be an architect? Laura asked curiously.
And I'll be able to say that I sat inhis classes. You didn't have to worry about things. His uncles were doctors. Laura, it's awful! Iris wailed and crossed the floor to pull up theworn shade.
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