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Uncle Wiggly in Connecticut
MaryJaneletgothecurtainandwanderedbacktothebluechair,passingtwoheavilystockedbookcaseswithoutglancingatanyofthetitles.Seated,sheopenedherhandbagandusedthemirrortolookatherteeth.Sheclosedherlipsandranhertonguehardoverherupperfrontteeth,thentookanotherlook.
"It’sgettingsoicyout,"shesaid,turning."God,thatwasquick.Didn’tyouputanysodainthem?"
Eloise,withafreshdrinkineachhand,stoppedshort.Sheextendedbothindexfingers,gun-muzzlestyle,andsaid,"Don’tnobodymove.Igotthewholedamnplacesurrounded."
MaryJanelaughedandputawayhermirror.
Eloisecameforwardwiththedrinks.SheplacedMaryJane’sinsecurelyinitscoasterbutkeptherowninhand.Shestretchedoutonthecouchagain."Wuddayathinkshe’sdoingoutthere?"shesaid."She’ssittingonherbig,blackbuttreading`TheRobe.’Idroppedtheicetraystakingthemout.Sheactuallylookedupannoyed."
"Thisismylast.AndImeanit,"MaryJanesaid,pickingupherdrink."Oh,listen!YouknowwhoIsawlastweek?OnthemainfloorofLord&Taylor’s?"
"Mm-hm,"saidEloise,adjustingapillowunderherhead."AkimTamiroff."
"Who?"saidMaryJane."Who’she?"
"AkimTamiroff.He’sinthemovies.Healwayssays,`Youmakebeegjoke—hah?’Ilovehim....Thereisn’tonedamnpillowinthishousethatIcanstand.Who’dyousee?"
"Jackson.Shewas—"
"Whichone?"
"Idon’tknow.TheonethatwasinourPsychclass,thatalways—"
"BothofthemwereinourPsychclass."
"Well.
