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music
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music in figures, his wife might have been an actress, mused DavidShe had the surface attributes
of that precarious profession—striking features, a commanding presence, the sine qua non that
forced both men and women to fall silent and pensively appraise her when she walked down a
street or entered a room
“You can read to me tomorrow, Daddy!”
The story was over, attested to by his son jumping off the couch and MrsCooper flashing her
eyes open“I wanted to read that one tonight,” said Webb defensively, moving away from the arch
“Well, you still kind of smell,” said the boy, frowning
“Your father doesn’t smell, Jamie,” explained Marie, smiling“I told you, it’s the medicine the
doctor said he had to use on his injuries from the accident
“You can’t argue with an analytical mind when it’s right, can you?” asked David
“It’s too early to go to bed, Mommy! I might wake up Alison and she’ll start crying again
“I know, dear, but Daddy and I have to go over and see all your uncles—”
“And my new grandfather!” cried the child exuberantly“Grandpa Brendan said he was going to
teach me how to be a judge someday
“God help the boy,” interjected Mrs“That man dresses like a peacock flowering to
mate
“You may go into our room and watch television,” overrode Marie quickly“But only for a half
hour—”
“Aww!”
“All right, perhaps an hour, but MrsCooper will select the channels
“Thanks, Mommy!” cried the child, racing into his parents’ bedroom as MrsCooper got out of
the chair and followed him
“Oh, I can start him off,” said Marie, getting up from the couch
“No, Miss Marie,” protested Mrs“You stay with your husbandThat man hurts but he
won’t say anything She disappeared into the bedroom
“Is that true, my darling?” asked Marie, walking to Dav |