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Show 140 meaning. In a certain way, anyhow. Was that, then, what death was? The Great Robber? Father Cooney certainly would not approve of that thought. "Thinking about the movie?" Roger broke into her thoughts. They were still on Wilshire Boulevard, but several blocks had slipped past. "Yes, I guess so." He turned on the radio, politely leaving her with her thoughts. But she was aware of him now. In the ongoing flow of her life, which was without structure, as far as she knew, which was not building toward some overwhelming climax-unless it was toward some final, ultimate happiness, which occasionally she thought possible, but now knew was a childish illusion-he was a part. Not a figment of her imagination; but here, sitting in the seat beside her. His thigh flexed, braking for a stop light, she felt it moving against hers. She snuggled closer to him. |