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Show •86 alive, offering us a set of sad happenings and comedies against which to measure our lives. "What would you do if I wanted to move to another town?" I said. She dried her eyes and looked frightened and stubborn. "I'm not going to be poor all my life. You can't make me be poor-it wouldn't be fair." "Are you saying you wouldn't come with me?" "It would be different if you were poor because you couldn't help it, but this would be on purpose. You'd be throwing away our chance to be happy." "We wouldn't have to take anything with us," I said. "A few clothes. The suitcase I cane to town with would hold them all." She walked over to my chair, slid into my lap and kissed me with fervor. "Let's make out," she said. "I'm talking seriously. We could go to Utah or Idaho or Montana-someplace where nobody ever heard of Maybelle Carter." Mary-Ellen slid a hand inside my shirt. "Let's do it," she said. "Come on." "Do what?" She pretended to blush. "You know." For a l l her maidenly ways Mary-Ellen enjoyed i t as much as I did. Maybe more. Adam never said a word to any |