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Show -152- When he got back to the house, he didn't go immediately inside, but walked around to the back to let the dog out of her run. She heard him coming down the back steps by the pool and began to whine. He patted her a few times on the head, and she licked his fingers. As he got the gate open, she darted out, then paused to sniff at the pool fenceposts, one after another, her tail alternately wagging and siffen-ing. She followed him around the house, but he left her on the patio when he entered, knowing she would not roam from the lot. He walked into the kitchen, rinsed out his coffee cup, poured it full again, added a little milk from the refrigerator, and dropped In a sacharine tablet. He stirred It, noting that it was unusually full, so took a quick sip before carrying it downstairs to his study. He took another sip before he placed the cup on his desk, careful to see that it was sitting on one of the little three-by-five cards that littered the surface. As he took his seat before the typewriter, he automatically reached into a half-open drawer, drew out two sheets of paper and rolled them into the machine. He picked up his manuscript and opened the black spring binder in which it was kept? turned to the last page he had typed. He wrote sixty-five at tae top of the page he had inserted, rolled the machine down five five spaces, then sat back and contemplated the blank sheet. |
