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           Anumberofwomenlaughedbytheopendoorandweregonethroughhisvision,whichwasfocusedbeyondthematthetownitselfandthehighcourthouseclock.Heopenedtheletterandbegantoread.

           Heturnedslowlyontherevolvingchair.Hetriedthewordsagainandagain,silently,onhistongue,andatlastspokethemaloudandrepeatedthem.

           "Adishoflime-vanillaice,"hesaid."Adishoflime-vanillaice."

           DouglasandTomandCharliecamepantingalongtheunshadedstreet.

           "Tom,answermetrue,now."

           "Answerwhattrue?"

           "Whateverhappenedtohappyendings?"

           "TheygotthemonshowsatSaturdaymatinees."

           "Sure,butwhataboutlife?"

           "AllIknowisIfeelgoodgoingtobednights,Doug.That’sahappyendingonceaday.NextmorningI’mupandmaybethingsgobad.ButallIgottodoisrememberthatI’mgoingtobedthatnightandjustlyingthereawhilemakeseverythingokay."

           "I’mtalkingaboutMr.ForresterandoldMissLoomis."

           "Nothingwecando;she’sdead."

           "Iknow!Butdon’tyoufiguresomeoneslippedupthere?"

           "Youmeanabouthimthinkingshewasthesameageasherpictureandheratrillionyearsoldallthetime?No,sir,Ithinkit’sswell!"

           "Swell,forgoshsakes?"

           "ThelastfewdayswhenMr.ForrestertoldmealittlehereoralittlethereandIfinallyputitalltogether—boy,didIbawlmyheadoff.Idon’tevenknowwhy.Iwouldn’tchangeonebitofit.Ifyouchangedit,whatwouldwehavetotalkabout?Nothing!Andbesides,Iliketocry.