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Show Acting Alone Page 296 That fractured, hemorrhaging monster out there has brought into a woman's mind the first real thoughts of her own death. She emerged Polly. When she got back to their seats she could tell, from the decreasing velocity and volume of his babbling, that he was well on his way back down to relative normalcy, for the moment at least. She attributed this mostly to the soothing effects of passively skimming down a smooth, straight, sunny highway in an invincible bus in the hands of a competent, if rude driver. She hoped she'd also been helpful in calming the professor down slightly with her soothing tales of reasoned, humane political action on the Potomac. But she worried about what kinds of mischief he might get himself into once he was off the bus and she was 2000 miles away saving the nation and they were out of touch. One had only to reflect upon Polly's cousin to gauge the seriousness of the mischief men their age could get themselves into if left to their own devices. How could Polly and Dr. Edwine keep themselves in faithful touch for the next few days? Now, upon exclostration, a nun gets her dowry back; that's part of the deal, according to canon law. Polycarpana's was fifty dollars. She'd already repossessed her dowry, and carried it on her person even now, pinned to the inside of her full slip. Perhaps she could use this cash to buy things to send to Dr. Edwine from Washington, D.C. Souvenirs, maybe. Yes, Picture postcards from the special collections rooms of the Library of |