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came on. The Courier ball did a
preliminary twirllike a ballet dancer standing in the wingswaiting to go on. I picked up a piece of
papersaw my sweaty fingers were leaving marksand didn't care. I rolled it into the machine
centered itthen wrote
Chapter One
and waited for the storm to break.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The ringing of the phone — ormore accuratelythe way I
received the ringing of the phone — was
as familiar as the creaks of my chair or the hum of the old IBM Selectric. It seemed to come from
far away at firstthen to approach like a whistling train coming down on a crossing.
There was no extension in my office or Jo's; the upstairs phonean old-fashioned rotary-dialwas
on a table in the hall between them — in what Jo used to call 'no-man's-land.' The temperature out
there must have been at least ninety degreesbut the air still felt cool on my skin after the office. I
was so oiled with sweat that I looked like a slightly pot-bellied version of the muscle-boys I
sometimes saw when I was working out.
'Hello?'
'Mike? Did I wake you? Were you sleeping?' It was Mattiebut a different one from last night.
This one wasn't afraid or even tentative; this one sounded so happy s [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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