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Chapter 10

           Thisfight’sbetweentwomenwhatTommyneedsisagoodwar."

           "IhopetheDiversdon’tfindout,"Rosemarysaid.

           Abepeeredathiswatch.

           "I’vegottogoupandseeMcKiscodoyouwanttocome?hefeelssortoffriendlessIbethehasn’tslept."

           Rosemaryhadavisionofthedesperatevigilthathigh-strung,badlyorganizedmanhadprobablykept.Afteramomentbalancedbetweenpityandrepugnancesheagreed,andfullofmorningenergy,bouncedupstairsbesideAbe.

           McKiscowassittingonhisbedwithhisalcoholiccombativenessvanished,inspiteoftheglassofchampagneinhishand.Heseemedverypunyandcrossandwhite.Evidentlyhehadbeenwritinganddrinkingallnight.HestaredconfusedlyatAbeandRosemaryandasked:

           "Isittime?"

           "No,notforhalfanhour."

           Thetablewascoveredwithpaperswhichheassembledwithsomedifficultyintoalongletter;thewritingonthelastpageswasverylargeandillegible.Inthedelicatelightofelectriclampsfading,hescrawledhisnameatthebottom,crammeditintoanenvelopeandhandedittoAbe."Formywife."

           "Youbettersouseyourheadincoldwater,"Abesuggested.

           "YouthinkI’dbetter?"inquiredMcKiscodoubtfully."Idon’twanttogettoosober."

           "Well,youlookterriblenow."

           ObedientlyMcKiscowentintothebathroom.

           "I’mleavingeverythinginanawfulmess,"hecalled."Idon’tknowhowVioletwillgetbacktoAmerica.Idon’tcarryanyinsurance.Inevergotaroundtoit."

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