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Show JS? Ben's mind at ease, though it was supposed to have been a secret, they would reveal their wedding gift now: a honeymoon trip to Miami Beach.' Amelia didn't dare tell Ben and came to fete, a^tSgic queen, trapped between two impossible demands. tft£* offered no solution; she growled and said I told you so. Amelia didn't cry, she i seemed past tears. She said she might as well tell Ben $ everything, at least she could be honest, and then do whatever he wanted her to do. After she'd left, fttt*. went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. "You'd better make it a good stiff drink," I told her. "You have one for me. Whiskey affects me so . . . After a couple I'd probably end up giving them my blessing." "It's their life. And it i§_ kind of funny." "Why aren't they laughing? Yeah, I should stay out of it but for Christ's sake she asks me. Ummm, and speaking of minding your own business,^Carrie trapped me tonight. Out on the stairs when I came home. The same old ^ U « U U A£ you -- and tonight she said she's been talking to the other people in the building about us. Isn't that great? About you living here with me. Can you imagine that bitch knocking on doors and discussing us:" "What's the consensus?" "That you have to go. They will not tolerate it any longer. Hell, why don't people leave people alone?" I waited, watching her face, sad, drawn, tired-looking. She looked up and smiled. "Maybe I should throw you out. I couldn't say to Carrie what I wanted to -- they'd have me in for verbal assault-so I ended up giving her our line again. But I wouldn't put it past her to write to somebody to find i out if we really are cousins. The bitch. Sometimes I wish . . . " I waited but she never finished her wish, eyes down now, more melancholy now: "And dear John has given me an ultimatum. Get rid of you. Or else." "Or else what?" |