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Chapter 19

           Shewasabig-bustedwomaninblacksatin.Hewasshortandold,withawhitemustacheandwalkedflat-footedwithacane.

           "Howdoyoudo?Howdoyoudo?"Sheshookhands."Hello,"saidMeyers.

           "Howweretheraces?"

           "Fine.Theywerejustlovely.Ihadthreewinners."

           "Howdidyoudo?"IaskedMeyers.

           "Allright.Ihadawinner."

           "Ineverknowhowhedoes,"Mrs.Meyerssaid."Henevertellsme."

           "Idoallright,"Meyerssaid.Hewasbeingcordial."Yououghttocomeout."Whilehetalkedyouhadtheimpressionthathewasnotlookingatyouorthathemistookyouforsomeoneelse.

           "Iwill,"Isaid.

           "I’mcominguptothehospitaltoseeyou,"Mrs.Meyerssaid."Ihavesomethingsformyboys.You’reallmyboys.Youcertainlyaremydearboys."

           "They’llbegladtoseeyou."

           "Thosedearboys.Youtoo.You’reoneofmyboys."

           "Ihavetogetback,"Isaid.

           "Yougivemylovetoallthosedearboys.I’vegotlotsofthingstobring.I’vesomefinemarsalaandcakes."

           "Good-by,"Isaid."They’llbeawfullygladtoseeyou."

           "Good-by,"saidMeyers."Youcomearoundtothegalleria.Youknowwheremytableis.We’reallthereeveryafternoon."Iwentonupthestreet.IwantedtobuysomethingattheCovatotaketoCatherine.Inside,attheCova,IboughtaboxofchocolateandwhilethegirlwrappeditupIwalkedovertothebar.TherewereacoupleofBritishandsomeaviators.

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