She did roam around the house during the afternoon because she could not get settled. Some days were just like that. For ohing the thought of the violi w her. She could never have made it like a real one—and after all those weeks of planning the very thought of it made her sick. But
how could she have been so sure the idea would work? So dumb? Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
Mick did not want to go bato the rooms where the family stayed. And she did not want to have to talk to any of the boarders. No place was left but the street—and there the sun was to hot. She wandered aimlessly up and down the hall a pushing back her rumpled hair with the palm of her hand. Hell, she said aloud to herself. o a real piano I sure would rather have some playself than anything I know.’
That Portia had a certain kind of niggery craziness, but she was O.K. She never would do anythio Bubber……（内容加载失败！）
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